Spencer Reid Criminal Minds Death Novels & Stories

"Bryce never said he'd died. He would have told me." "Ma'am, it says right here that Marcel Spencer died after a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Apparently he had a history of mental issues. I can't be more specific." I looked at Nox. "Mental issues? What if Alton isn't his father?" "What if he is? They need to tell him what's happening. You said yourself that he's the one person that Spencer might listen to." We sat back on the small chairs as the negotiator called Alton. Part of me was surprised he wasn't already on his way. If Suzanna was, why wouldn't Alton be?

The officer said. “Let’s go.” Death said and took a step forward. “They will not be able to get identified by their faces, they got burned. Are you sure you double check this?” The head officer asks. “Yes sir, they give a result so fast the result but they assure that the name there is the identification of the body.” The officer that just got there said. “Chaos Spencer and River Cenon.” The officer said that made Hell, Blood, Death and Reagan stop. “E-excuse me?” Blood uttered, he walked towards them and asked again. “Wh—what is the name you just say?” He asks.

Spencer curses for what has to be the third time since I met the man and I think it’s real fucking apt. Another dead end. Spencer drops me off at the hospital for my second follow up appointment before he returns back to the office. During the ride over, we tried to blend every single information we’ve gathered so far. Since Blake’s neighbor claims he went to therapy and that’s the last he’s seen of him, then does that mean he came right out and after Rory? If he’s telling the truth anyway. When I’d showed Blake’s picture to Rory, she didn’t recognize him. She said the exact same thing I said; that there’s something about the man’s face that looks familiar but she can’t remember ever meeting

"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.

I said, already standing, already reaching for my boots. "Eastern service gate," Reid said. "The same blind spot Mira's camera caught him meeting a courier in weeks ago." He hesitated, and I watched him choose his next words carefully, the way you choose words for something you know is about to land hard. "He's dead, Nova. Throat cut. Clean, professional, no struggle visible in the scene at all — which means he either didn't see it coming, or he knew whoever did it well enough not to fight."

Reid met us in the waiting area, his expression grim, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he hadn't slept. "He's in bad shape," Reid said without preamble. "Broken ribs, internal bleeding, collapsed lung. They're prepping him for surgery now." "Did he say anything?" Hunter asked, his voice controlled, but I could hear the edge underneath. Reid shook his head. "Not coherent. Kept slipping in and out of consciousness. But his ex was definitely there. Security footage confirms it, arrived with a man still to be identified at 9:47 PM, left at 10:23."

He still wanted to drown me. The final frame of the footage showed screenshots of bank transfer records between Eric and the ringleader. "Eric… Spencer!" Dad's eyes turned blood-red. Alicia's chest heaved violently with rage. The evidence was irrefutable. Several of the principal offenders were sentenced to death.

As a result, he was tempted to look at his as well. When he opened one of the notifications from his social media account, he was met with images of Spencer's dead body inside the morgue. Clyde only saw what Spencer looked like after he died at that point. The image depicts the tragedy that befell Spencer. Spencer's body was riddled with large and deep wounds, particularly on his face and neck, as if he was scratched and bitten by a wild animal. While looking at his friend's picture, Clyde felt nauseous.

“Maybe he knew what was happening at Zion and John thought that Spencer was a threat and hence needed to be eliminated” “Look… I know how it looks like but I believe that Spencer was unfortunate at that time. There was this inquiry when stealing was suspected at Zion. Someone reported about the crime and then investigation took place and then Spencer died. All John Riley did was to use the opportunity of Spencer’s death to save his neck and mine. Spencer was already dead so he implanted those evidences to end the interrogation further” “What about Brian?” “He is a moron... a thug and a high functional criminal”

I said, clearing my throat. “Good, so you were responsible for all the contracts he signed,” he cleared his throat, “business contracts, is that correct?” “Yes, but there was one contract which he didn't let me review before...” “The one that caused his death?” He sidestepped me. “I didn't…” “Is it the one that caused his death?” “I guess, I'm not sure how…” “Mr. Winters You're aware that Mr. Reid was found dead in his apartment right after receiving threatening messages and calls from who we now figured to be a mafia, his business partner.”