Elle Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

Well, they were now haunting the community as well. Billy and Anders sat in the conference room at the station and waited as a team was heading in from Madison to support their investigation. The detectives specialize in cyber and monetary crimes and hopefully they would be able to trace Hal's enemy, who is torturing poor Lili. The aroma of a fresh pot of coffee permeated the conference room and Billy, in his agitated state, decided that a good cup of coffee might help distract him as he waited for the other detectives to arrive. Just as he was finishing up, adding the sugar and cream, an officer came in to let him know that the other detectives were just pulling into the parking lot.

The officer told them. "Romeo, who do you think might have called my sister?" Eleanor asked. "Well, the thing is, the criminal gets back to the place where the initial crime was committed and those criminals go look for their victims to torment them the most but then I have a strong feeling that whoever had called Miriam, is one of the suspects!" Romeo explained. "But what is his connection with my husband? How does he know, Carlos?" Miriam asked with an unsure expression. "You know what Miriam? This man is constantly stalking you. There are some criminals who enjoy watching and tormenting the life of their victim when they less expect it but because of this, we are one step ahead in our cas

“Aren’t you the one always trying to convince me there is more to this world than we’ve been told? Five minutes after I dreamed about her coming to see me, Jeannine called for the first time in years. Said she was gonna take the Louisiana bar, not the New York one, because Cassandra told her to. And six months later, the cops want me for a double murder I didn’t do.” “What the hell is going on in here?” shouted a third voice. It was the Golem, also known as Charley Mouton. Mouton was of average height, clean-shaven, with white, curly hair and Coke-bottle glasses. The lines in his white skin made him appear older than he was. He hobbled in, leaning heavily on his cane, eyes darting back and f

Is it too early to kill for her? All I want right now is to slit his fucking throat but I don't want to scare her away. I just killed a guy two hours ago and I really don't need to kill another. If I do, I might actually get out of control and kill every motherfucker that so much as stares at her. I'm fucking crazy. I let out a snort at that. Yeah, that has been established long ago. I wonder where she lives. I wonder if she's truly as innocent as she looks. I wonder if she has ever touched herself.

She had put a lot of effort into her escape this morning, thus it was natural she would not reveal anything that Stanley could use against her. It did not matter. He had already employed his man to investigate the matter and he was confident to find out the truth soon. “Turns out the answer was not too complicated. It’s just that no one considered that the criminal has a conjoined twin brother. How did that woman learn that?” Stanley disregarded Larry’s silence and continued speaking to himself. Perhaps he was already used to it. “Are all criminal psychologists this powerful? They see through lies by merely posing a couple of questions.”

The door closes and I begin trembling. I’m not sure if it’s caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is—all the horrible things I know about him. He’s the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There’s never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he’s responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn’t care.

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

"They had a right to say no. We forced no one to take the drugs. It's business. You of all people should understand." Michael almost gasped, but he recalled that criminals of Khalid's calibre sold their souls to the darkest forces, darker than the dimness in the room. "I'm not surprised one bit," he chortled. "What do I expect from a mindless ex-convicted? I bet you were an expert killer right from your mother's womb. How do you live without remorse, when you know the dangers you're putting out there? "Whst are you now? A cop? An activist?" Khalid snorted. Nothing I say will make no sense to you. You're pissed and-"

With his mouth full, he muffled, "What do you mean?" Rachel's voice dropped to a whisper. "They all have criminal records. Bad ones. Child molesters, killers, rapists, traffickers... the list goes on." She picked up her coffee mug again, her expression somber. "What's even more disturbing is that most of these men are prominent figures, politicians with connections and deep pockets. Their lawyers always manage to get them off the hook, and they walk free, escaping justice... until our killer finds them, that is, and brings their miserable existence to an end." Asher's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "So, the killer is targeting criminals?" he asked, scanning the files on Rachel's phone as s