Criminal Minds Jones Novels & Stories

Some paid no attention to them but some took a glance on their direction and then looked away. Mira filled herself with the fresh air outside but the scent of blood still lingers on her nose. The image of slaughtered humans still danced on her mind. They walked silently towards the wall and lined there were were cages full of prisoners: Badbloods and humans. The cages were stacked up to three floors and they were made with hard steel. They climbed up to the third floor and shove them all to the cell. Roque closed the door and grinned at them. "Enjoy your stay" he said and stalked down.

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

in masking his emotions, I could see it all with just a glance, and it made my soul bleed. “See, that’s the point. Miss Jones is missing. She was kidnapped right inside of her hospital ward after losing her child to a cold motherfucker who thought it was a good idea to plant a fucking arrow into her pregnant belly. So no director, I am not thrilled, not even a bit. Because for all I know, she could be dead right now. And you know why is that? Because your damn country thinks it’s a good idea to report a case after 72 hours.” He said all this as he stalked towards the director who looked like he was about to piss his pants.

I hadn’t thought about this before answering him back. “-When asked Mr Jones regarding this matter he refused to accept that he had committed the crimes. He was also asked if he was the one who is in the pictures. He promptly declined, he said that it was someone framing him into this. Again when he was asked who he thought could blame him for such a hideous crime. He named only one person- Austin Volkov.” My eyes widened when the anchor named him, she then further continued.

“Watch your tone, Mindy Fawkes! Why would we arrest you without proof? Just tell us. Why did you kill them?” I shrugged. “And who did I kill?” “Your dormmates! They were about to transfer to universities from the community college, but you ruined their futures!” “That’s such a huge pity! I find it regrettable that those three good girls died, but why would I kill them?” “Because you—” “Ahem.” Captain Zimmer interrupted Watson by clearing his throat. What a pity. I did not manage to fish out what they thought was my murder motive. “Mindy, what were you doing on the eleventh of March? Please tell us in detail. Don’t leave anything out.” Captain Zimmer’s voice remained as steady and calm as usu

All I wanted was to see Alice. My hair was unkempt, long, and tangled. Cadwell Jail was just like hell. Bruises covered my skin, the result of mishandling by the officers and inmates. I couldn't wait to escape this mess. “Alexander Brooks, you’ve got a visitor,” a female officer announced. She wore a navy skirt, and her blue eyes and blonde hair reminded me of Alice.

He grins as if he has gotten his way so Owen figures that they must be leaving the room or doing whatever else it was that he wanted them to do. He waits a minute longer, watching the room before he puts the binoculars back in the pocket of his cargo pants and bends down to grab Owens bound hands once more. Owen quickly closes his eyes before the officer sees that he is awake. He is being drug across the ground once more, but no longer through the trees. He knows exactly where he is going. Brandon Michaels is heading towards the well house, where he has left his other victims. He is thinking that Owen is going to be his third one.

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea

“We are having a party?” “We are now.” I laugh as he began to drive down the alleyway to the road. “It is best, I think, to have our enemies and friends in one place until we can tell who is who.” He nodded, his eyes suddenly beginning to dart around, his body rigid. I felt the car begin to go faster and I looked at him with fear. “What is happening?” I barely had time to finish my sentence before Domenico’s large hand shoved me down to the floor and shots began to ring out.

“Miss Jones, you are under arrest for involvement in a homicide case from five years ago. Here is the warrant.” The criminal investigations captain at the front handed her a document, his voice cold and stern. As Mia looked helplessly at Mike, tears streaming down her face, a cold pair of handcuffs clicked shut around her wrists. Mrs. Jones was taken away as well. She had helped bury the body and bribed the police to destroy the evidence. The “reliable” Officer Huang she kept mentioning had also been arrested. At the police station. Donna finally got to see the devil who had taken her son’s life.