Diana Reid Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

My attention returned back to the twenty four inch screen in my front. I thought Dom was the killer, who the– what the hell is going on? "Shocking news as the killer for the death of the model– victim, Diana Levitt turns himself in! That's right, he unexpectedly turned himself in. He– Reese Armstrong, confessed to everything and is currently in the station occupying a cell as we speak." Janis Davis shrilly voice spoke. "I'm pretty sure people, myself included, will sleep a little better knowing that the killer had been caught. This is Janis Rivers, XLV45 news, signing out!"

He told the maid. "Yes sir!" The maid answered, then turned straight to the bar. Madam Diana sat down, feeling frustrated. "That girl is going to suffer a big deal. I will show her who I am and what I am capable of doing!" "You should just calm down. We can easily get her out of the way if we want to. The only person we need to face is our son." Sir Jason told her. She frowned, "Our son is being deceived by that girl! I've investigated her and I know she holds a criminal record! How can we let someone like that near our son?"

Damian nodded in response. "Well, the thing is, he's really invested in that murder case. Somehow, he has been able to figure out the identity of the person responsible for those deaths, which is you. He's doing everything possible to find you and bring you to justice," Vivian explained, her words laced with anxiety. "Well, well, well," Damian chuckled. "I didn't know I had become Great Hill's most wanted criminal," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "This isn't funny. He's practically working tirelessly to solve the case, and I'm sure he'll soon find you in person. That's the scary part," Vivian said, her voice trembling with fear.

Damian Reid While seated on a chair in the resting room at the police station, I keep my eyes closed, although I am not asleep. The headache is too much, so this is better. The doors open, and I open my eyes just to see who has come inside. It's Caleb with a coffee in his hands. "Mini Lockhart is here," he says. "Who?" "River." I sit straight in my seat, suddenly on alert, "Oh. Why?" I ask, clearing my throat.

“You were shot three weeks ago.” “And I’m healing, that doesn't mean I can’t think, plan or help catch a traitor.” They stared at each other. Finally, Avalon sighed. “You’re impossible.” “You love me anyway.” “God help me, I do.” That afternoon, Diana came by with updates. She sat in the living room, files spread across the coffee table, looking exhausted. “Richard’s arraignment is scheduled for next week. He’s being charged with attempted murder, kidnapping, conspiracy, fraud—basically everything we can throw at him.”

Could there something in the water that they’re drinking that’s making people go crazy and commit such serious crimes? And then—just for a breath—I remember something else. Something softer. Something bitter. And I go completely still. Diana. My lovely mate… she, too, was once a rogue. Not because she was a killer or criminal. But because she ran. Ran from the Zervos. From the abuse. From a system that didn’t protect her. And the pack—put a bounty on her head. Branded her a rogue. I feel something cold bloom in my chest.

“She still doesn’t want to talk, sir.” “Leave us alone.” He shooed the man away. Diana looked up when Charles stood in front of her. “Can you help me get away in exchange for saving the life of the one you love?” Charles frowned and looked at the woman doubtfully. “I need you as a witness to hold accountable the person involved in this crime.” Diana shook her head in tears. “They won’t let for what you want to happen.” Charles understood what Diana meant. She knows more about the person who is the mastermind behind all the trouble today. “They’re downstairs and want to take you.”

“Tristan now confirms that you are indeed the mastermind… because they found the stolen computer in a maid’s room. The maid that you used to be friends with.” My heart drops. “Diane.” “Yes,” India confirms. “Diane Morris. The report will come out tomorrow. We need to brace ourselves—this might be the end of Émeraude.”

Even commit a crime so ugly it would rot his soul from the inside out. Elias exhaled slowly. That would be their undoing. People like Ryan always believed love would protect them from consequence. And people like Helen always believed they were untouchable. Diana? She believed she was owed everything. All three of them were wrong. Elias walked to the desk and opened the folder containing every piece of evidence he had collected. Audio files. Transcripts. Time-stamped recordings. GPS confirmation. Statements. Photos. Even partial audio of Diana admitting Dakota’s location.

“Can we save the intervention for when I don’t have a boss who sends threatening smiley faces if I clock in one second past nine?” Diana planted herself between me and my bag. “You’re not going in today.” “Excuse me?” She waved the folder at me. “Do you remember that high-end guy who spilled too much whiskey at the club last week? Turns out he’s in finance. Turns out he’s not drunk enough to not notice things. Turns out… your boy Adrian is knee-deep in fraud.” I froze. Diana grinned like she had just laid out a royal flush. “Thought that might make you sit.”