Diana Reid Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I looked across the room at Ashton, who was now laughing at whatever Cole had just said, and I thought about Madison's question. *Do you actually think Ashton Reid would know your name right now?* The honest answer was supposed to be no. I was becoming increasingly, uncomfortably unsure that the honest answer was still no. As Ashton approached me, I stared at him point blank. “Take me home,”

“So Dianna wasn’t in your apartment alone with Riley and she didn’t break in…I don’t see the problem. She was just being neighborly, cut her some slack.” “This wouldn’t even be happening if you hadn’t rented the apartment to her without our consent. You know how I feel about strangers around Riley.” “Calm down Jack. I did a full background check on her. She works for Mason Pressfield for fuck’s sake. I don’t think he’d be the type of guy to employ a psychopath.” “She works at Black Sheep?” “Uh-huh,” Carter said, turning his attention back to his computer. “If you’re done with the interrogation, I need to get back to work.”

Diana calls her out. "Thank God! Where were you when Elaine was thrown in prison. You didn't do shit yet you called her your friend. You moved on to marry a rich man, have a daughter and kept living the life" "That's all in the last, Ash" I tell her. "what matters now is that we solve this whole mystery" "Mystery" she scoffs. "If you ask me, I'd say Diana killed Ethan to get the Rivera company" I gasp as well as get up a abruptly.

As the hook on the fishing rod went into the water, Hansen asked coldly. "My niece's wedding today isn't that simple. In my opinion, at least three different factions have snuck in. Also, I am now the most wanted criminal in the world. Do you think I dare come in?" Reid's eyes were cold as he said that. Reid was indeed someone from the underground. He really was something. Hansen understood that his men were not the only ones who were present that day. There were also Christopher's police officers, but they were all very secretive. So, it was impossible for Reid to find out.

“Natalie was deeply involved in the DNA tempering. Not just aware. Actively involved. Money trails, hospital connections, timing. It’s not clean yet, but it’s not nothing either.” Reid’s blood ran cold. “And Daniel?” he asked. “Where is he?” “He’s coming,” James replied. “Soon. He wants to confront this in person.” Reid exhaled slowly, eyes darkening as he glanced back toward Karline’s direction. She was still standing by the railing, alone now, her back straight, her white dress catching the light despite the stain. Four years. Four stolen years. “Good,” Reid said quietly, his voice low and controlled. “Let them stay confident.”

"She was a criminal, but we'll be sending her back to her parents. Matter of fact, they've already been informed of her passing. We've disguised it to be a hit and run by an armed robber. No parent deserves to learn that their daughter was an obsessed lunatic." She explained with a smile before reaching out to pat my shoulder. "I'm Diana by the way, Diana Anderson." She introduced herself, and I felt my jaw drop at the mention of her name.

“These people… they’re victims, or they might be. They deserve answers and you deserve to know the full truth about the man who’s been pulling all the strings in your life.” “Ryan claimed he was in prison because of Zhedya,” Miller pressed. “We have two others with nearly identical claims. Macrom Pierce And… Callista Monroe.” The name hit Ian like a punch to the gut. Callista Monroe. He knew that name. He’d seen it in his own notes, in the archives of “Feral Minds.” He’d even asked Zhedya about her, a lifetime ago. She was a former head of investigative unit in BSI convicted of serial murder and uttering reports… a case that had never sat right with him.

Don Vandolf raised his eyebrows. “It’s still up to the criminal if he will surrender himself or not. It’s too easy to run, especially if you have many resources and connections. However, sleeping will be hard for them especially if they have killed innocent people... unless... they really don’t have a conscience,” Rhea said. Diana’s forehead furrowed. While Don Vandolf and Rhea were talking, she led the young servant away from where her father was. Everyone starts having fun. The inside of the mansion was filled with laughter and applause.

It brought silence. Still, I smiled, a small, dangerous smile. I wished I could see the look on Mrs Smith’s face when the banks froze her accounts, or on Tracy’s when the guards turned her away from the gates of the mansion. I wanted to see Gordon when he realised that the woman he’d pitied, the woman he’d thought he could tame, had outplayed them all. Diana Wilson, the forgotten, the imprisoned, the erased, had returned. And this time, she wasn’t the victim.

The most gruesome of the two crimes Diana is supposedly a prime suspect of is the crime of burning down the Ammunition House two days to a major war that will determine the future of Sterling city. Mark was deep in thoughts that he didn't know when Richarlison walked in. He was so much worried of exoneration good Diana's penance. He didn't want her executed. He had only 23 hours left. "Sir!" Richarlison saluted. Mark didn't respond, he obviously didn't hear him. "Sir!" He saluted again, this time more loudly that it jolted Mark from the land of thoughts. "What?" Mark asked brusquely, rather tiresomely. He has been unable to catch a sleep for the last 24 hours because he has been looking for