Pay It Forward Criminal Minds の小説・ストーリー

Todd was shaking so badly that he looked like a naked man outside in a blizzard Todd gulped and his voice quavered when he said, "Wha...wha... what are yo... yo... going to do?" "You ever hear the saying that "Paybacks can be a mother fucker?" Well that is just what this is - payback! Let me explain to you how this is going to work. You are going to do what I tell you or I will use the gun on you. This is the way I see it. If I kill you no judge or jury is going to let me skate. When they find out why I killed you they might be sympathetic and let me plead down to a lesser charge, but I'd still go to jail and I don't want that. On the other hand I have every reason to believe that a jury wil

"Lade found out about our deal though he doesn't know it's you specifically... it's not like I'm scared of him, and I'm not scared of you either, which is why I'm ending the deal...I'll keep killing them and cutting off their hands till either one of you bastards die and I'm sure I can sell the others to either of you without the other one wanting to find me and cut my fucking head for it." "I've never had to do this but now I've gotta, Lade's willing to pay triple the price for the girls but I know you're just going to offer to pay more. I'll send this message to Lade too, and if the men I sent to deliver this to you are following my orders accurately, you might die a few minutes after list

George picked up a hammer and, in front of every camera, smashed it down—once, twice. The rigid metal twisted and bent. The words "The bank is not responsible once you leave the counter" became unreadable. Spontaneous applause erupted from the crowd. Some cheered. Some wiped away tears. Perhaps they had all suffered because of that plaque. I clapped along. I took the five thousand dollars cash from my bag, along with the passbook, and placed them on the counter. "I'm returning the money. Together with the original balance. But I want you to remember this: rules are made to govern people, not to bully them."

Purple eyes turned toward the light, tracking us with unsettling synchronization—like they were all one mind in different bodies. And in the back, in a special reinforced cell... “Oh god, it's Leighton!”

There was a phone number jotted down there, left to me by an old friend I had met in prison, Perry Norris. I dialed the number. After listening to my story, the other party just said, "Come tomorrow." The next day, I received a job offer. A newly established medical equipment company was looking for a sales representative, and the boss was none other than Perry's younger brother, Dennis Norris. Such was life. The moment one decided to move forward, a path would naturally make itself clear. … In three months, I became the company's top salesman. Lillian had also been promoted to head nurse.

"But from a strictly criminal law standpoint, we still have a major vulnerability in this plan. Even if Deckard publicly claims it’s a setup, and even if you successfully buy out the entire Newton empire... we still won't have a concrete murderer to hand over to the district attorney. We won't have the actual culprit held responsible for my mother's death." "The culprit will expose themselves out of desperation," he shrugs with a terrifying certainty. "Think about the psychology of the real killer. They murdered your mother to secure her massive, multi-million-dollar inheritance. The moment the hostile takeover happens and I hand the Newton empire over to Sydney, the culprit's financial wind

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

They added, "Since the money has just been transferred, you're lucky you called the police in time. We'll surely help you get your money back. If you have any clues, please come to us again." I said anxiously, "Alright, thank you. That money is needed for my son's surgery. Please help me!" After hanging up, I smiled. I was not worried that they would not be able to get to the bottom of it, because the money would soon be returned to my account. That was what Mara and Ian did to frame me in the previous life. However, in my new life, I was going to let them have a taste of their own medicine.

My composure took everyone completely by surprise. “Settle accounts? How are you going to do that? Can you even pay?” shouted one of Jenson’s friends. “Don’t think playing tough will let you wiggle out of this! If you can’t get the money today, we’ll call the cops and report you for fraud!” “Exactly! A gold digger living off a man, and she has the nerve to talk back!” Laughter and taunts swirled around me, but I paid them no mind. I reached into my pocket, took out my phone, and made a call. “Mrs. Zane, you may come in.”