Criminal Minds The Performer Novels & Stories

He was gone, the only thing of him was his faint cologne and the opened window. I stood there in shock, turning back to my closet. I felt a mix of relief and confusion, relief that he was no longer there. I scoffed: "A criminal will always be a criminal. So-called mafia boss, passing through someone's window like a thief." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my Valentino perfume, spraying it vigorously across his room to remove his faint lingering scent.

I begged. He watched me with a menacing glimmer in his eyes. Harrison was a rapist and a serial killer, but deep down he was mentally ill with psychopathic problems, but Sinister knew what he was doing, he knew it, and he loved it. He found pleasure in inflicting pain, which made him one of the most dangerous predators out there. I hugged myself as if I would get protection. I could not survive if Sinister rapes me.

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.

“The police are still looking for the one who did this to you.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. “Hm, but I’m scared that the criminal might try to hurt Miles.” I was a lawyer, and so was Dylan. We were used to thinking about things from every possible angle, to understand the reasons behind them, what happened, and why. Criminals could act either out of conviction or provocation. The hardest ones to deal with were those who acted out of conviction, because they usually had a lot of information. And it wasn’t impossible that whoever did this to me already knew about Miles, and could use that to hurt me. The thought terrified me.

All traces of the shaking, sweaty Amish of a few minutes ago was gone, and Indrajit was left staring into the eyes of a cold-hearted criminal. “You turned out to be a serial blackmailer,” Indrajit shouted. “Blackmailer doesn’t sound classy, inspector. I am a man who likes to have his fun. And for me, the high of having a helpless woman under my control is the most addictive – when she doesn’t love me, and yet, is ready to do anything I ask her to. It gives me a kick like nothing else,” he said with a twisted half-smile. “And let’s face it, inspector, I am sure Tashi Chotten must have enjoyed being the centre of attention of a man for so long.”

My mother’s patient used to be an actor—before his mind began to slip. Frederick went on, “He thought he was performing. That’s why he confessed. In his head, it was all just a scene—even when he was already confined to the facility.” The weight of this revelation crushed me. I broke down completely, overwhelmed by grief for my mother and rage at how innocent others’ greed had destroyed people. “Where is Cristina now?” I asked through gritted teeth. “The police caught her before she could get away. Chairman Sinclair worked with the authorities; he pretended to offer her money, and that’s how they trapped her. Her brother had kept evidence all this time—text messages, recordings, things that

Not until then. Taking deep breaths, I walked towards the detective in charge and placed the tip of my fingers on his temples. I closed my eyes and said, "You and your men have found the criminal for the death of Cilia Carpenter. The criminal is Oliver Woods, but he wasn't alone. He was being ordered by the victim's mother, Jessica Carpenter. Jessica Carpenter is also giulty for illigal drug use along with Oliver Woods. You and your men are on your way to capture them." I opened my eyes and let go of the detective. I had done it. I had done it and there was no turning back. I didn't regret it.

Jacob suggests as he stands up and walks to the kitchen to get a pack of ice. Jamal and Nico lock eyes like it's a mind link. They both stand up and head towards the door. "Where are you two going?" Jacob calls out to them but they don't answer. ~~~~ Jamal and Nico walk into the dark alley where they asked Sparks to meet up with them. "Look I know what you want to say-" Sparks stars off. "You hit my little sister." Nico roars a gun in hand. "And you killed someone in the last house you robbed." Jamal voices out the new piece of information he just got while they were walking to get here.

“Is this some kind of joke? How did this happen? Why is my son here, of all places?” The auctioneer simply smiles and gestures to the stage. “As we all know, none of our test subjects are innocent. They’re the worst of the worst—criminals the justice system failed to punish properly. He may be your son, but that doesn’t make him an exception. According to his record, he’s spent the last decade committing one horrific crime after another—robbery, kidnapping, brutal assaults, drug trafficking, the repeated sexual assault of underage girls, torture, extortion, and God knows what else. His victims were left traumatized, broken, and in some cases barely alive. His file is thick enough to fill a s

Hearing their support, Lucius became completely lost in his own power trip. He walked to the front of the stage and, facing everyone, declared in a booming voice: "By the authority of the Alliance Chairman, and invoking the ancient laws, I find the criminal Clara Winters guilty of promiscuity, deceit, and treason!" He paused, a cruel glint in his eye. "I sentence her and the bastard in her womb to—" Just as he was about to say the words "death by fire," a calm voice cut him off. "Wait." I slowly rose from my seat. My gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on his stunned face.