Riley Jenkins Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

However, Jeremy then found some traces of Madeline’s former presence in one of the rooms. In the video earlier, Madeline had been in this room, but now, she was gone. Jeremy turned around and hurried downstairs. He saw the people from IBCI were about to arrest Ryan and bring him back. Ryan's manner, however, was still haughty and indifferent. "You’re arresting me? What for?" "We’re arresting you because you’ve committed a crime and murdered someone! Even more so because you’re the mastermind behind the Stygian Johnson Gang!" Jeremy's grim, judgemental voice sounded from the stairs.

I told the driver to park and forwarded our current location so Jenkins and the team could find us without delay. Jenkins is the head of the mercenary unit I hired the moment I realized someone was trying to kill me. They lived in my house disguised as domestic staff, guards, cooks, and cleaners, and kept an eye on every corner without anyone knowing. Only Richard knew about them. It wasn’t safe to trust anyone else. Now it was time to find out who was behind that accident and why.

Jax turned and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Riley let out a breath and fell back onto the pillow. The ceiling was cracked. A long, jagged line ran from one corner to the light fixture. It looked like a map to nowhere. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Ryan: You dead yet? She typed back with trembling fingers. Riley: Almost. Jax is a psycho. Ryan: Tell him to shove it. He’s all talk. Riley: He’s not. He’s staring at me like he wants to peel my skin off. And he says the Captain is suspicious.

Her hair was coiled into dreadlocks streaked with blue, and her gaze lingered too long on Jaxon before she turned to Riley with arms crossed. “You’re bleeding pack now?” she asked Riley. “Hardly. I’m being babysat.” “By him?” She glanced at Jaxon again. “Your standards dropped, girl.” Jaxon raised a brow. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “Didn’t say it was mutual.” Riley sighed. “Look, we need your help. You’ve seen the victims, right? The ones who were drained?” Romy’s smirk vanished.

Vivian, on the other hand, was growing increasingly nervous about the whole situation, and Harley gave him her new phone numbers, Suddenly, Johnny caught sight of a familiar face in the distance. "Well well well, if it isn't my old pal, Officer Jenkins," he exclaimed, with a sly grin creeping across his face. Officer Jenkins, a stern-looking man with a reputation for being tough, approached reluctantly. "Johnny, we meet again. What brings you back to this neck of the woods?" he asked, suspicion evident in his voice. Johnny flicked his cigarette away, meeting Officer Jenkins eye to eye. "Just passing through, my friend. Gotta keep things interesting, you know"

I had work to do. Across the desk, Jenna, the analyst from the train heist case, tapped at her laptop, her glasses slipping down her nose, her fingers flying. She’d come with me to D.C., along with three other agents—Malik, Dorin, and Torres—all unaware of the suspicions brewing in my head. I kept my voice low, leaning toward her. “Jenna, I think Ryan’s tied to these murders. Him and Hayes. It’s clear that something’s off with Ryan’s desperado to keep me out, and Hayes… he’s too clean, too untouchable.”

They were close—he may feel it. The team gathered in the briefing room, where a huge whiteboard was secured in names, dates, and lines interfacing them all. “Alright,” Sam said, tending to the room. “We’ve distinguished three conceivable Rileys associated with this case. Two are low-level hooligans, nothing major. But the third… the third may be a distinctive story.” He pointed to a photo on the board, appearing a man in his mid-forties with a difficult, perilous see. “Riley Dawson. Previous military, dishonorably released. Rumored to be included in a few contract killings, but nothing’s ever been demonstrated. He’s been off the radar for a while, but we think he may be back within the game.