Criminal Minds Unfinished Business Novels & Stories

Tia continued. “Pamela Neil, her body found in South Cove Park and now Stacey Rohn, found in Duane Park. He is using the parks as a dumping ground and he is not spreading out too far.” “He is saying that he is close. He wants to be found?” “He is messing with the police.” Tia said, slamming her palm on the desk and pacing away. “And he is loving it.” “There are four unsolved murder cases from November last year till February.” The assistant came to them and placed the four files on the desk in front of Aiden before walking away and back to his seat after a thank you from Tia. They wasted no time in flipping the files open.

Two years later "Xavier..." Killian marched into his study room. "Still no news?" Xavier asked in dejection to which Killian nodded in lament. A bitterness crept into his face. In spite of the despondency, Xavier was still the boss of the Italian mafia. Together with Killian, they had taken over a few new territories, including the Chinese triads, the Hong Kong triads, and the Japanese Yakuza. The last two years, all Xavier ever did was drowning himself in work and more work. More blood was shed. Megan leaving had awakened the lethal creature inside him. Power became a dangerous thing for him. The more he had it, the more he craved it.

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Miss, I remember every kid that passes through here. Especially the troublemakers. Bonner came with a lot of baggage and left with a lot of baggage. Probably the most emotionally crippled child to ever leave here. Killed his own father when he was nine. Hacked him up with a Cub Scout hatchet because he took away his marijuana. I figured he’d be in prison by now. Or dead. It’s scary to think he’s still alive.” “I believe he might be.” “You don’t sound very sure.” “The name came up in an investigation.” “You’re with the police?” “I’m—working with the police on this particular case.” “What’s he done?” Martha picked her words carefully. She knew the next few sentences would determine whether or

One of the women Dominic had hurt was definitely related to Elliot. I was here for revenge, and so was he. We just chose different ways to achieve it. After Dominic’s death, the police called Elliot and me in for questioning. With no evidence, they closed the case as an accident. At the entrance of the police station, Elliot and I brushed past each other. We silently acknowledged each other without words. I felt deep down that he and I were kindred spirits. I bought a small island and fulfilled Ava’s wish. Life was dull and boring. I lay on the beach and ate freshly grilled fish. Just then, my phone rang.

I heard that you are doing very well in your shady business, and now you have launched a new narcotic drug on the market, that's very good for you, isn't it? - I didn't come to talk about that, concentrate. I still don't know who the real rat is, as I christened her, but I'm going to find out soon, I want you to take that prize. your ex-boss was found? - Yes, murdered by his own wife. Apparently some anonymous vigilante, I suspect she is of Mexican descent, sent him documentation showing what an abusive pedophile he was. So first she sent that documentation to justice, searched for him, found him, killed him, and then committed suicide. It was a pity because we would have classified her as h

I followed, the scent of fear and desperation clinging to the air. In the basement, my men worked with brutal efficiency. I watched, sipping my whiskey as they inflicted pain, listening to Andy's screams echo through the stone walls. Normally, I would relish the act, take pleasure in personally delivering the punishment. But tonight, my thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by Tristan and the upcoming shipment that could make or break my empire. After an hour I was bored, so I snatched the gun from the table. In a split-second, the silence of the room was shattered by a deafening sound before an crimson red blood bloomed between Andy’s eyes.

If there were unfinished business with the Red Mafia, Vincent would have told me before he died. “Fuck!” I hissed and slumped back in my chair. My hand wiped my face, and I heaved a heavy sigh. It was exhausting. The last thing I needed was the Mafia on my tail. I had worked so hard to keep my hands clean and avoid business with them, but now I’m dragged, and it was all because of Vincent. The laptop screen went black, and I took that as a sign to close it up. My elbows propped my arms up as I rested my head in my hands. Tabitha’s smug face was etched in my mind's eyes.

“I won’t look into it, because we don’t want any human law enforcement looking into his death again because I started asking questions. But I suspect if we did, then we’d find he was a serial rapist. Men like that don’t go out and attack strangers once and then stop. He’d probably done it many times before, and would probably have continued to do it. He may have killed before or in the future also, we won’t know. It’s not a leap to see his actions escalating. Cal sighed and went quiet for several moments as he composed his thoughts again before he continued speaking. “From the smell you described, I’d say he was also homeless and may have been suffering from some kind of mental illness. If I

He had been expecting a confrontation with my brother, someone he deemed less unpredictable than me. My gaze flickered to the glass of deep scotch on the table, untouched. I'd lost my taste for it tonight. I closed the TV and ran my hand over my dark hair. This case was messier than expected. Even Enzo was having a headache solving this case, because now, even the FBI couldn't be trusted to handle this case and criminals like us had to step up to fight crime. As I leaned back in my chair, my mind drifted away from the dark world of crime and corruption, back to the ravishing woman living just a wall away.