Riley Jenkins Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The memory of that brutal act was seared into Jenkins' mind. The thought of Serena becoming entangled with such dangerous individuals, of being drawn into their underworld of secrets and violence where life seemed to hold so little value, filled Jenkins with a sense of dread that coiled like a leaden weight in the pit of his stomach. Yet what power did he truly hold to protect her now? Serena was bound to the leader of the most formidable criminal network Jenkins had ever encountered. Her husband was a masked man shrouded in darkness and secrecy, whose identity remained a mystery and like a phantom that haunted Jenkins' every waking moment since their first encounter earlier.

“Yeah? What’s this about?” The lead cop—a burly wolf with a badge that gleamed too bright—pulled out cuffs. “You’re under arrest for multiple counts of sexual assault on minors. You have the right to remain silent…” Jenkins’ face drained of color. He backed up a step, hands raised. “What? No—no, you’ve got the wrong guy. I didn’t—I wouldn’t—” His voice cracked, eyes darting around the room. Nurses froze. A pup peeked out from the playroom door, wide-eyed.

“I know more than you think. And so does Detective Jessica Ramirez. She’s here tonight, and her team is ready. It’s over, Daniel.” Daniel’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening with anger. “You think you can bring me down? You’re nothing, Lena. You have no idea what you’re up against.” Before Daniel could say more, the room was suddenly filled with the sharp crackle of police radios. Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the coordinated movement of Jessica’s team. Officers began to flood into the area, their presence creating a tense, charged atmosphere. Jessica’s voice cut through the commotion, clear and authoritative. “Daniel Richards, you’re under arrest for conspiracy, money laun

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.

Something dropped in my mind at that point while I thought about it. Yeah, I remember where I had seen that, on the table in Rachel's room when she was murdered, I saw a familiar puzzle piece. I moved towards my chair while pushing it towards the table with force. I scrolled through the files on my laptop while trying to join them together. It didn't seem similar, but I felt the case might be related. Apart from Rachel being a friend, she had withdrawn from being a police officer. Two months away, she was murdered. Yet, boss Alfred had refused to open up her case; he says it was natural, someone who I had seen that very day and still died, she was a target and a victim.

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.

“Yes… mm hmm… North? Okay. Are there security cameras there?... Okay. Ask Chief Milton to call and get the footage for an active investigation… Yes… Yes… Good work.” She hangs up and looks at me. “Ainsley, we got a lead on Riley.”

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.”