روايات وقصص ضمن Criminal Minds To Bear Witness

"The following persons are the suspects of the deceased brown twins, witnesses are yet to confirm the remaining culprits of this abominable crime…" I couldn't understand what I was watching as I thought to myself “Who could be the one reporting these things? Anyone i could recall from that incident is probably dead right now?" As I pondered while walking on the aisle to get some yogurt as requested by my Dad, these bloody couple passed by me making some provocative statements like "How could a heartless and evil person do such a thing like this and still be walking around like both really happened?...” Said the male while staring at me fearlessly while the female responded

“Mr. Cole, you are a self-confessed murderer. You admit to taking lives. And now you sit here, trying to shift the blame onto my client. Isn’t it true you acted of your own volition?” Cole’s lip curled. “I acted because she paid me. Because she ordered me. I was her weapon.” “You expect this jury to believe a criminal like you?” Cole leaned forward, eyes burning. “Believe me or don’t. But ask yourself— why would I risk my life testifying here if it wasn’t the truth? Evelyn Caldwell doesn’t forgive betrayal. She’ll want my head on a platter after this. Prison is safer than her world.” The lawyer faltered, tried to pivot. “So you claim. But there is no—”

"Have you forgotten what the person who killed you looks like?" Malina looked blankly. "The person who killed us?" "I’ll help you remember," Amelia said, tapping the camera lens. "Let the footage roll, don’t interfere with the signal. Since they’re criminals, they should be judged in front of the public." Malina seemed to hesitate, unsure. Behind her, the black shadow moved slightly, the voice timid. "Sister, listen to her." "Do you believe her?" Malina murmured to herself by the window. "Fine."

The spectators, a mix of reporters, lawyers, and concerned citizens, listened with a collective solemnity. "Any more surprise witnesses up your sleeve, Ms. Sinclair?” Jasper growled, shooting me a glare. “Any more revelations you've conveniently kept hidden?" I felt the anger bubble within me, but I kept my tone even. "Our commitment is to the truth, Mr. Morgan. If the court requires further testimony, we will cooperate fully. The truth has nothing to hide." Jasper's expression tightened, his confidence momentarily shaken. There was a murmur amongst the crowd. People aimed their cameras in his direction, curling their lips in disgust.

"You're going to give me the casinos if you ever want to see daylight and that is of course if you can convince me you're not linked to these murders. Funny, how they always overestimate themselves like he could take me down if given the chance. Either ways I wasn't going to cause any trouble so I tried my best to be reasonable. "The witnesses heard a name addressed in the scenerie and not the actual name of the person responsible. You show them a photo of me and they'd assure you that I'm not responsible but the guy who tried to save them." "So you're willing to let us take a photo of you," she stepped forward.

I said, “I’m trying to give Michaels some hope. But I’m telling you it’s not looking good for him. He seems to have become someone’s fall guy. That’s why I need your testimony.” Hunched toward me, Beaman said, “Well . . . ” and considered my request with three fingers massaging his chin. “I’ll help you if I can.” “I need to understand the scope of your knowledge as it pertains to criminal behavior. Have many of your patients been criminals, Dr. Beaman?” “I’m not at liberty to say. And please, call me Richard. However, the psychopathology of criminal behavior usually leads a person toward violent—not white collar—crimes. You must also know that persons with mental illness are much more likely

I want to ask him where he is going but I lost my chance when he just walked out from the room. Once again, I tried to think something that can help us to catch the culprit but the lead that all we have is rotting 6 feet under the ground. 3 years after he was convicted, he began showing schizophrenic behavior until one day, he just died inside his prison cell. The investigation report shows that he lost his sanity because of guilt from his victims, however, there are writings in his cell that didn’t match this claim. His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why

he had asked. “Actually not” Miller had said, rising up to his feet. “I have served several times in jail, but on each occasion that I’ve been arrested, I have never been as dumb as our esteemed boss is telling us to be, and never did anything on a street studded with surveillance cameras” Miller had said. “If you guys want to follow in this dumb move, and risk getting arrested, I’m not going to be a party to that” he had said, turning to face his colleagues.

Brown. My first two months here were a struggle. Having the ability to read people's minds was not always a gift, it's rather a curse. I remember one instance while I was waiting for Martin just outside the school premises. I saw a man standing across from me. An ordinary person would never suspect that he was up to something evil. But his thoughts were clear to me. I can read minds. The man was waiting for his supposed victim. A woman crossed the pedestrian lane, going in the direction of the man. I knew she was in great danger but I cannot shout and tell her that she's about to get killed by that man. Besides, I didn't know if she would believe me, he was her husband after all. A day after

Conner learned little from the recording, except to confirm that the killer had again copied the show very closely. He switched off the television. He still had not looked at the photos of the victims or the crime scenes, and wondered if he should. His fingers tapped restlessly against the thin pile of eight-by-tens Sloane had placed backwards in the rear of the second folder. Would he learn anything by looking at the pictures? Certainly not from the morgue shots of the victims. All they would do was make it more difficult to view this as a mental exercise, which was how he wanted to keep it. But what about the crime scene photos? Might his selfish protection of his psyche be causing him to