Criminal Minds Ian Doyle Novels & Stories

Rubbing his forehead, he eventually replied, “…You should know that I want to bring the killer to justice just as much as you two do, but… Apprehending that maniac will do nothing. First of all, that madman will most likely just be sent to a mental institution given the fact that he’s already lost his mind… and though I could legally impose the death penalty, what good would that do when the mastermind behind all this is clearly Liam?” Clenching her fists, Xavia then said, “You think so too? If so, then let’s just cut straight to the chase! Maybe we could investigate the maniac’s recent contacts! That could surely give him away, right?” Sighing in response, Ian then handed her a document as

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.

His eyes fixed on me across the room, dark as obsidian, inscrutable yet scorching. He grinned slowly but fatally. It was as if he already knew how this trial would end, viewing me merely as a delightful piece of entertainment to bring him there. I pushed my throat away from stiffening. My voice remained firm as I said, "The prosecution calls Agent Daniel Carter." Daniel stepped to the stand, the witness I had battled so hard to protect. He spent two years undercover in Maximo's empire. The man had seen it all—the weapons, the shipments, the corruption, and the bloodshed. He was my ace and my assurer.

"Tell me every detail about it then." " Sir a murder has taken place in the backstreet asylum at night, a man was murdered in his ward. A mental patient? Why would anyone kill a mental patient, sir? And guess what sir, same way of murder. His throat was slit," He threw out the words as fast as possible. "Is he back?" The commissioner stood up from his seat immediately. "Yes, sir he is." "Dev Mathur the Serial killer and the most wanted gangster Is back?" "Yes."

Andy asks him. “As I stood out there, looking at the person committing these heinous crimes and trying to frame me for them, I wondered.. who could it be? Whou could I have angered so much that they would take another life to get back at me? What did I do to them, to target me? Or if it isn't a matter of anger and revenge, then why do? Why go to such extremes?” Owen looks at his dad. “I keep wondering, who do I know that is insane enough to kill someone? I don't socialize with people. So how do I know that know my past” “Someone in the town might know enough about Dave and Nate's case to be able to pull this off.” Lacey tells him and he nod, obviously agreeing with that idea.

Amber sighs and rubs my arm, “I don’t know, Lani. But right now he sounds like a strong suspect.” I knew Dylan was a nasty human being, but could he really have been breaking into my complex for all these weeks? Could he really have been the one who put me in the hospital and now killed my cat? “All because I wouldn’t go out with him?” I question in disbelief. “I’ve been on the force for twelve years ma’am, and I’ve seen people do a lot worse for a lot less, but in my experience, it takes very little to set guys like this off and rejection will certainly do that,” the second officer says sombrely.

So using the computer, I opened the list of criminals going down to K and found his name. He was listed for over fifteen offenses in a span of five years which was relatively little to what I expected. They ranged from drug selling to possession of unlicensed firearms and for the least serious - Traffic rule violations. But of course those were from just five years ago. The system erased the crimes from before five years if they didn't fall under more serious categories. Those were rape, murder, manslaughter or armed robbery. Despite all the others, it shocked me that he hadn't gone down for armed robbery. He seemed like the king. As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Emin

"You were broken. And you tried to break everyone else so you wouldn't be alone." "Psychological projection. First year psychology textbook explanation." Ian's smile was bitter. "Even now, you're trying to analyze me. Understand me. Find the trauma that justifies the monster. There is no justification. I chose this. Every manipulation. Every death. All of it was choice." "Then you'll answer for those choices." Pack leaders moved to take Ian into custody. Proper custody this time. Multiple guards. Magical suppressors. Transport to a facility designed for supernatural psychopaths.

His chatter was exhausting, but thanks to him, Eugene had learned a lot about this place. Doni had another nickname: Brain. Those who knew him usually called him by that nickname. When Eugene first heard the nickname "Brain," he thought Doni must be very intelligent despite his appearance, but that wasn't the case. Doni, one of the hitmen affiliated with the candy store, specialized in and enjoyed lodging hollow-point bullets in targets' heads, turning their brains to mush. His nickname "Brain" came from exactly that. Creeeeak. The sound of the steel door opening echoed. Leo and Jo were entering through the back door of the candy store.

Dylan walked into the prison gates his thoughts wrapped around the two mystery cases he was taking too long to solve. For the longest of times a part of him had told him he had convicted the wrong man, but the evidence was too strong to conflict that idea. Greeting the officer in charge, he was led straight to the man he had requested to see, finding him already awaiting him "Dominic...You don't look too good." he said taking the opposite seat "What do you want?" asked the poor fellow looking quite unpleasant, a bushy unkempt beard covering the most part of his face