Erin Strauss Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

"Who?" "Stromwell didn't dream up 'The Census' in a vacuum. He had a partner in the design. A man even more brilliant, and even more removed from morality. A man who saw human beings as equations long before Stromwell saw them as commodities." Reverend Hill’s face was pale. "His name is Dr. Alistair Grier. He's been in a private, high-security psychiatric facility in upstate New York for the last fifteen years. Diagnosed with a profound, self-induced dissociative disorder. He built the cage, looked inside, and his mind shattered under the weight of what he saw. Eleanor believed he hid the final kill switch inside his own fractured psyche. The key to dismantling it all is in the mind of the m

He was craving coffee, and also wanted to get rid of the constantly chattering Jerry, even if just for a moment. "I'll be right back," Jerry said, darting outside. Eugene watched Jerry through the glass window as he disappeared into the distance, then touched his forehead. Deep wrinkles had already formed between his brows. Thoughts he had deliberately pushed to the back of his mind came rushing forward. Derek. The FBI. Luca Datero. And... At the last face that came to mind, Eugene bit his thumbnail.