Criminal Minds Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 7 What's even more tragic is that they both turned into ashes when the crime scene exploded. There were no bodies found in the crime scene, which indicated that everyone who died in the tragedy turned into ashes. The kidnapper is now in a mental hospital, having gone insane after realizing all the wrongs they committed in their life. The mastermind behind the crime, Sir Carson's mother's accomplice, escaped and is still being sought after by the police.

"The identity of the attacker has been verified. It was said that he's a broke businessman. He has a mother, wife and daughter, but because he was under too much pressure, he became a psychopath. He had just escaped from mental hospital not too long ago. After hurting Madam Jacobs, he ran away. When the police found him in an alleyway, he had already committed suicide." Assistant Jacobs showed the investigation files to Chris. When Chris read the files, he squinted his eyes. "Have you checked the identity of the little girl that my grandmother walked home?" "We have. Security footage shows that the girl became lost when she was at the shopping center with her parents. There wasn't anything s

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

Trying to process everything. “High-end criminals?” I asked “Correct.” The way she said it was unsettling. “And by high-end criminals you mean…” I hesitated. The words felt ridiculous coming out of my mouth. “Murderers?” The line remained silent. “Drug lords?” Still silence. “And all that?” Then the woman finally spoke. “Among other things.” I felt my grip tighten around the phone. The answer wasn’t specific. But it was enough. A hundred thoughts immediately began racing through my head. Everything suddenly felt connected. Or maybe I was forcing connections that weren’t really there. I didn’t know anymore.

The perfect enforcer. You think I’ll ask you questions and throw words back and forth. I don’t. You think I wouldn’t speak to you, that’s when I yap about things that do and don't concern you. You think I’m about to pull the trigger. I don’t. I play mind games. I keep my victims guessing—I keep them guessing until they’re pissing their pants and begging for something, anything. That’s the mind game I play with one of Marcelo’s men who was taken from their hideout. I need answers as quickly as it can come, so, I am playing an extremely dirty game—shamelessly soiling my hands in blood.

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

“Maybe he was planning to cheat while he was still with you. I didn’t know he already had a partner back then,” she said, shrugging indifferently once more. This time, Yohana seemed deep in thought. Truly, Svanna didn’t expect her to succeed in planting a bomb within that woman’s trust. One that might… someday explode when Nightroe thought everything was going to be just fine. In the end, they all knew; the Mafia Don had been playing with fire without anyone noticing.

“Boss, that guy who did the thing with the merchandise… he’s still at that place and making a hell of a racket.” The man who killed the children is still being held prisoner in the basement of the casino, and he’s starting to make noise. “Yeah, okay,” I answer. “I’ll be there in two hours. Can I have my coffee first?” I should have sorted it out yesterday, but I went through the casino's books instead. I wanted to know how badly Bruce fucked me over. “And our friend who sent the flowers… he’s talking to English, trying to get him to spill.”

Ordered the murder of someone who was supposed to be a business partner, all because of a damned drug business my father left me thinking it was a legacy. How could he even call it that when it was nothing, but a criminal syndicate involve in poisoning people. It made me sick just thinking about it. “What happened, is he safe?” asked Ethan. A sigh left me. I was feeling drained in just a coupe of hours doing this and I wondered how Luke did it all those years. “He is safe.” He frowned looking at me intensely. “Then what is the problem? You look pale man as if you have just killed someone for the first time.” I wondered where the hell has, he seen someone like that.