Novel & Cerita Diana Reid Criminal Minds

Terror gripped him like a vice. A sharp smack broke the silence as Mindy slapped Diana across the face. The wounded men were her friends and family, and all this blood and misery had begun because Diana had urged them to rob Cyrus' apartment. "Bitch! This is your fault!" Mindy screamed. "You said the only problem was the door. You never said he had a crossbow! You knew, didn't you? That's why you stayed back! Why are you fine while they're dying?" Mindy was taller and stronger than both Diana and Natalie. The slap left Diana shaking, tears spilling down her cheeks as she clutched her face.

It was cute eyes. Diana walked to me and Davidson. She patted me and pointed at the television. I couldn't understand so she walked to the television and pointed at him. "Do you remember him?" I asked and she shook her head to let me know she doesn't remember him. "He's a lawyer, an actor, and a businessman. His name is Raymond Mcman, he is loved by many." Davidson's eyes were glued to the screen, I didn't think he was listening to me telling Diana about her ex-boyfriend. I pray she doesn't even remember that she saw me and Raymond kissing, the night she was kidnapped again by Doctor Great.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. But based on the timestamp, this meeting happened just two weeks before Ava’s kidnapping attempt.” She zoomed in on the woman’s face. Pale, sharp features. Cold blue eyes. “Run a facial recognition scan,” Damian ordered. “Cross-check with any known aliases tied to Morelli’s network.” Five minutes later, the computer beeped. MATCH FOUND. Mia cursed. “Diana Marchesi. Former intelligence operative. Disavowed. Went underground six years ago. Last known activity was in Monaco—working with an arms dealer connected to Morelli.” “What the hell was Ava doing meeting with her?” Damian muttered.

Eden put on his clothes and wanted to go to the convenience store to buy a drink. "Please edit some photos for me and put them into the memory of Mr. Nicolas' phone," Dianne asked, handing her the phone. Agatha's eyebrows linked for a second. "Editing what photo? Why do you have your boss's cell phone?” Dianne swallowed hard as it was obvious that she had to tell Agatha about the incident. "It's quite a long story, Agatha. But I'll shorten it." "Say it quickly!" "I-I ... I'm being suspected as a criminal by the police," Dianne said, which successfully made Agatha glare in shock.

"You're finishing what she started. Exposing him. Protecting bonded pairs. She would be proud." "Thank you," I whisper. "No. Thank you. For surviving. For fighting. For proving that mate bonds are stronger than the people who try to destroy them." She pauses. "I'm going to the trial. When Adrian faces justice for Diana's her mistress murder. I want him to see me. To know that truth won." "There's going to be a trial?" "The District Attorney contacted me this morning. Rebecca's article included enough evidence to reopen the investigation. Adrian Hayes is being charged with Diana's murder. Finally." She laughs, and it sounds like relief after fifteen years of grief. "Finally, he'll pay."

"Tried to give false testimony." "She's panicking." "That's what Adrian said." "He's right. People who think they're safe don't call opposing lawyers with fabricated stories." I could hear him typing. "This is actually good for us. Panic makes people sloppy. What she did this morning is potentially criminal and almost certainly leaves a trace." "Diana wants to speak with you. Directly." "Give her my number. I'll make myself available today if she needs." "Thank you Marcus." I hesitated. "There's something else. Adrian wants to bring in additional resources. People with capacity to trace financial transactions faster than we've been moving."

I get back up and pound on the invisible wall in front of me, trying to break through, but it’s solid. I watch in helplessness as Gaston falters with his opponent but is still holding on with everything he has. However, if I don’t get to him soon, he won’t make it. I snarl out at my impotence, unable to break this wall to reach these men to help them. The male fighting Pierre shifts back into his human form, just as Pierre does when he hits the wall behind him, his wolf not being able to keep the shift due to his injuries. The red-headed male pins Pierre to the wall by his neck. He glances back over his shoulder at me, and I immediately recognize him. Reid Sinclair. The last of my mother’s r

“I don’t understand what you’re saying to me right now. Why would she want me dead?” “To close the case.” He simply answered. “If you had died that day, the case against you would have died down, too.” he continued. “I tried to make things right, though. So, I planted someone in Ryder’s office to clear things up for you. Scarlett Reid. She was meant to make Ryder see reasons as to why Annalise is the actual criminal and not you.” “This is a scam.” I told him. “You can’t pull a trick on me. It makes little sense. It makes no sense that you’d suddenly want to help me.”

he said. "Ethan—" "Not to threaten him. Not to pressure him. To understand what he has agreed to say and who approached him and when." He looked at her. "If Diana's people contacted Daniel, that contact left a trail. Phone records. Payments. Meetings. If we can show the court that Diana recruited and coached a witness that destroys her credibility entirely." Nora thought about that. "Henderson." "First thing in the morning." She nodded. They sat in silence for a moment. Lily shifted between them and resettled with a small sigh and they both waited until he was still again before either of them moved.

All taken from a distance, all clearly showing us together. There's also a typed letter. Thomas reads it silently, his face growing paler with each line. "What does it say?" I whisper. He hands it to me with a grim expression. *Mr. Reid,* *I thought you should know who you're involved with. Daniela Reyes Harrison is not the victim she pretends to be. She is a manipulative woman who destroyed my family and caused the death of my unborn child through her reckless behavior.* *I have documented evidence of her unstable mental state, her history of making false accusations, and her pattern of using men for financial security. I would hate for you to become her next victim.*