Criminal Minds To Hell And Back Novels & Stories

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

one of them called. Yeah, that wasn't happening. My lungs burned as I sprinted past overflowing trash bins, the smell of rot and rain thick in the air. The city felt different tonight. I risked a glance back. Four men. All in black dark coats. The kind of men who didn't need to shout to be dangerous. "What is this, a joke?" I yelled, skidding around a corner. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my collar from behind. I barely had time to curse before my back slammed into a wall. Air rushed out of my lungs. One of them twisted my arm behind me with practiced ease with pain shooting up to my shoulder.