Criminal Minds Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

He had no corkboard in his apartment, but any of the bare walls would do, so he set to work taping the pages to the wall. He began with the crimes themselves, creating a column for each incident, placing the hard facts and descriptions at the top, with any speculations or inferences drawn from the facts down below. As a cop, he would have included photos of the crime scenes and victims, but for now he stuck to his rule of no pictures, leaving the photos in the folders. He devoted a second section of columns to possible suspects, including a short column with no name at the top for the possible pornography connection, still being investigated by the task force. Thought not yet ruled out, the

Except for one. One case that continued to haunt me. Why was I thinking about it today? I’d put a murderer back out on the street. And it was my belief he’d killed again, even though it was something I couldn’tprove, especially since he’d fled town. To this day, anytime I heard the man’s name, I had nightmares. He’d done his best to psychoanalyze me, which in turn had put me off my game. But I’d learned how to deal with psychopaths and sociopaths after that, taking various courses to ensure no one could ever get under my skin again. As I glanced at my watch again, I grew angrier at the way the case was being handled. Something was off and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. One frea

Rival families. Names… so many names but nothing stood out. Nothing made sense. I leaned back in the chair, staring at the papers scattered across the desk. “Think, Adriana…” I whispered to myself. Who would want to hurt me? Why me? A headache started to form, I rubbed my temples, frustrated. This was useless, I needed real answers and I wasn't getting any. There was only one person I could think of who might know something. My father. He was also involved in the Mafia business, and he wasn't exactly the most likable person, he had enemies too .

He gave us one last look before picking it up, his eyes lit up in fear and his hand that was holding the paper kept vibrating. “Murder of the Italian mobster’s niece, sexual assault and embezzlement of funds,” I picked up a pen and swirled it through my fingers. “What do you think the mobster will do when he finds out who really killed his niece?” “What do you want from me?” His voice was filled up with fear, that’s what loose ends do to people, it Fucks then up. Ryan is a loose end, one that connects directly to me and probably be the death of me. One I’m not ready to tie or cut yet.

SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🖤 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 7& 8 Somewhere In Italy** "So you kîlled her!? Lewis that's not what I wanted. Do you have the slightest idea of what you just did!?,The Brown's are a menace I've been trying to get rid of for years. Ethan is a dangerous motherfûcker, Lewis you just got screwed!!" Edwardo yelled visibly shaking due to anger

She placed her head on her folded legs and slowly drifted into thoughts. In another part of the mansion… “Boss,” a voice said from outside the room. Drake on recognizing the voice turned towards the door “Come in Marcus”. Marcus is Drake's right-hand man, the second in command. “She was locked in one of the prisons and the injured one is currently receiving treatment but the place was guarded,” he said with his head down. “Mmm” Drake opened a locker a drew out a file which he threw to him. “That’s the list of her uncle's debts to us. I’m still not satisfied by his death”. He muttered, his expression cold.

It was late at night, so no one was gonna see his face He met the elderly woman immediately he steps in "where's him"His cold voice asked "follow me" That came the woman's response He said nothing and followed behind Yeah! this was were he always comes at night But no one could identify his as the Mafia boss even if they sees his face.... not even the elderly woman The Mafia boss hasn't been seen by anyone except his men and the people he killed So know one can tell how exactly he looks like The door opened. His eyes moved around the room and then it landed on his

They hadn't even secured a direct confession from the suspect, who was charged with frustrated homicide. That case, too, lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the challenges they were already struggling to overcome. The accumulation of these unresolved investigations weighed heavily on Dryzza, and the prospect of adding yet another to the list felt overwhelming, as though they were being asked to conquer mountains with no clear path to the summit. Dryzza bit her nails, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the tangled web of connections. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was somehow linked—the disturbing case of the murdered children now in her hands—

She can still feel the lips of him in her neck that makes her felt goose bumps. "We are haunted by the most dangerous Mafia that is ahead of me." Irish blinked as she back on her senses when Basil starts talking beside her. She didn't talk and just wait for him to continue. "Monaco called me because he was going to buy my Narcotics. I gave him an access to my account to transfer his money in mine but things fucked up," he said greeted his teeth and Irish's forehead knotted. "What happened?" she unconsciously asked. "I let Cufer to deliver the Narcotics to him but the boxes explode. Cufer fooled me, so I killed his wife to let the fucker out in his shell but he still hiding."

She had no idea if she wouldn’t mess this one up with her current state of mind. The man was surely one hell of a criminal and everything here screamed about how he shouldn’t be messed with. His kill rate according to the bureau’s investigation showed that he was a beast with a side hobby for killing people. Chloe wondered if this job would help her take her mind off things. Maybe she would get so obsessed with finding a killer that she would forget that mike was fucking their neighbor and he’s unapologetic about it. Maybe it was the perfect distraction and there’s only one way to find out.