Pay It Forward Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.

As soon as he saw me, he ran toward me and exclaimed, "Noelle, I've missed you so much." I instinctively stepped back, and his hand froze midair. Maybe life in prison had been hard on him. He looked shrunken now, with his back hunched. Smiling bitterly, he said, "I know I don't deserve forgiveness… and I'm not here to ask for it either. I just wanted to see whether you're doing well." "Well, now you've seen it," I said, spreading my hands. "I'm doing great." Julian smiled. "Great. By the way, I'm leaving this city. Everything that happened was my fault. From now on, take care of yourself."

“And I can’t have him walking around like a ticking bomb.” Mateo slides the file back. “You want him gone.” “I want it clean. Quiet. Make it look like a rival hit. Pay off whoever you need to pay off. I don’t want it traced back to me. Not a thing.” I reach inside my coat again, this time pulling a black duffel bag from beneath the table and unzipping it halfway. Neat stacks of bills stare back at them. “Two hundred thousand now. Another two when it’s done. And a bonus for silence.”

"I was so close—just one step away! One misstep! You think you’ve won, little girl? Just wait! Someone will come for you." I didn’t even flinch. Instead, I gently pulled my hand free from the female officer’s grasp and stepped toward him, closing the space between us. Leaning in close to his ear, I lowered my voice to a whisper only he could hear. "Have you forgotten? I’m mentally unstable. If I kill someone, I won’t have to pay for it. You have a family, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you pay for what you did to my brother. Rotting in prison isn’t enough to repay your sins."

Some when she's eating, waiting at the road side, in her own apartment. Damn! Who would send it here?! I guess someone's making fun of me! But... No one knows her house... Except her cousin, but why would she do it? It's creepy... It's like, someone's stalking me... Milda was about to close the box when she saw that there's a letter inside it. She picked it up and open it with a shaking hands... 'PERFECTION WAS BEYOND TRUE... ALWAYS SEEK FOR THE WRONG ONE... '

"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

I picked at my teeth with a toothpick, voice calm. "And you are…?" "Don't play dumb! I'm from the bank! The one who helped you this afternoon!" Her voice trembled; she was close to losing it. "Oh, it's you," I said casually. "What's the matter, 035?" "Cut the crap! I messed up this afternoon, gave you extra money—no, I deposited it wrong! "You'd better get it back to me right away, or I'll call the police! "It was ten thousand dollars! A huge sum! If I report it, you'll go to jail!"

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