Diana Reid Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The quietness still followed me everywhere, but at least now I could think through it. At exactly seven o’clock, the bar door opened and a woman walked inside. She looked to be around thirty, dressed in a dark tailored blazer with the kind of neat, composed appearance that immediately suggested corporate law or finance. Her movements were calm and efficient as she scanned the room. The moment her eyes landed on me, she walked over without hesitation. “Mr. Stone,” she said as she slid into the chair across from me. “Who are you?” I asked immediately. “My name is Diana Reeves,” she replied. “No relation to the journalist. I’m a private forensic analyst. I work primarily with financial crime in

Sadly, they did not notice the trickle of cold sweat from their alpha’s forehead down to his nose before it vanished. “Why are you here in the first place? If you come here to die from anger, my beta can entertain you.” Dylan was about to turn around—his mood was foul from being interrupted repeatedly—when Johan called out his purpose. “I am here to arrest Diana Ritchell for the massacre of the late Alpha Nathan Crescent and late Luna Riza Crescent. She is also charged with massacre to the Crescent Pack’s patrols and family members.” “Says who?” Dylan’s blue eyes were brighter than ever.

There was no need for him to say anything more. Simon had been thinking about who would want to kidnap Diana, he couldn’t come up with anybody except Ryan Fisher, her boss. Gonzalez was out of the country, there was no way he’d carry it out from anywhere he was, the only person that posed a threat to Diana at the moment was Ryan Fisher. But he had no evidence to prove it, he’d just leave it to the police to find out, for now; he had a more important mission. The time has come when he was going to take down Freddy, avenging his wife and moving on was his top priority.

"She's in rehab. She used drugs and is now addicted to them so she has to be treated. She's involved in Frank's corruption case as well, making her mentally unstable." Diana was honestly surprised to hear that, but she tried to cover it up. She didn't know that Miranda was also involved in the crimes committed by Frank. Also, she didn't think that that woman would take drugs judging from her very persistent attitude towards the severe problems she had been facing. "I don't think it's the right decision to meet her at this time," Alpha Darren explained. But Diana wanted to see Miranda even more. "If you won't accompany me, then I'll go alone."

My heart pounding. “Thomas Reed,” Lycian said. “We need to talk. About a murder you helped commit fifteen years ago.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes. You do.” I stepped forward. “You killed my parents. John and Mary Hale.” Recognition flashed in his eyes. “They’ll kill me if I talk.” “We’ll kill you if you don’t,” Damien said. Finally, he broke. “It was Diana. She ordered it. Said your father had evidence.”

"I don't know, sir. We were thorough. We made sure..." "You can't be so sure, though," I cut him off. "When I employ you to get a job done, you do it clean. That's why you're still sitting in this car and not standing on a street corner looking for a job." He nods and turns back around. "But someone still found out. And not just someone. It's Diana. It's fucking Diana!" The thought guns me down each time I think about how crazy it is. But something else is screaming in my mind. Something more fucked up, more dangerous.

“Diana? What the hell?” “Hey, traitor!” Zivah shouted, coming at me with hard fierce eyes. I scratched the back of my neck nervously as I took small steps back. “My best friend! I love you!” “Shut it.” Zivah snapped. “How dare you lock me up?” “What is Diana doing here?” I asked, changing the subject, pointing to the impeccably dressed Diana Reynolds. She stood there in heels and a long skirt paired with a crop top. Not a hair out of place she simply stood there, looking at us.

But that was a long time ago, and she had to believe that a part of him was still as rational as it always had been, even if the other part was just as crazy. The call connected and a man with his back turned to the camera appeared. Diana recognized him instantly. Lewis Ladder. The head of the organization Diana worked for. He turned around and Diana sucked in a breath. She hadn't seen him ever since the day he had fired her and she had decided to escape his lab with the device. She swallowed the lump inside her throat and steeled herself. She needed to stay strong. She couldn't show him that she was afraid. She couldn't show him that he had any kind of impact on her. She had to pretend like

“I tried to convince myself I misheard. That I was being paranoid. But then I heard about the accident—that Ella almost got hit—and I couldn’t stay silent.” It felt like the ground had been ripped out from beneath me. I reached out blindly, pressing a hand against the wall to steady myself. My heart pounded as if I had just run a marathon, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Diana. Diana was the one trying to kill Ella. Was she working with Amanda? Why? Why would she do this? It didn’t make sense. I knew she didn’t like me, but this—this was treasonous. To target the Luna of her own pack… She had to know that if she was caught, she’d be executed.

“Diana, what did you think about Amanda and Clarissa?” “I think they’re both suspicious,” Diana replied. “They both hated Deirdre. That means they both had a motive to kill her.” “I think you’re right,” I said. “Let’s go for a run. It should help me think.” Diana and I ran around the field several times before I returned to my room. Sprawled across my bed, I tried to remember every detail of my talks with the two suspects that morning. But before long, I fell asleep.