Spencer Reid Criminal Minds Death Novels & Stories

Of the eleven Rogue prisoners, none had escaped such cruelty. Spencer never touched me again and soon turned to alcohol. One night, he didn't return home. I stayed up in the living room, waiting until dawn. The next morning, someone came to tell me the news that Spencer had gotten drunk, fell into Salt Lake, and drowned. "Can you believe a werewolf drowned in Salt Lake? Even a donkey wouldn't sink in that water, ha ha ha!" People laughed shamelessly when they fished out his lifeless body. The death of Spencer became a joke, an embarrassment for the Western Kingdom.

Spencer finally arrived at the station and quickly went in to meet the officer. The officer gave him Tisha's phone and bag. Both John and Mira's pictures were forwarded to him as well and the officer told him that their numbers were tracked to the same area which meant that they were likely working together. Spencer became suspicious and felt they were both working with Kingston. He quickly left the station and gave the driver the address he had gotten from the officer and asked the driver to take him to the place.

I was walking to and fro inside Reid's room, trying to relate one event to another. First, Reid became devastated when Andrea broke his heart, the reason why he was out of his mind according to Walter. Then a day after that breakup, Reid met a car accident and the main cause was losing his car's brake. The reason why it was lost, remains obscure. Then, a secret conversation between Dr. Smith and Uncle Sam in the hospital where Reid was admitted before he was moved to Canada. Then, that thiopental sodium that was administered into Reid's body, causing his unconsciousness to prolong. And the two incidents happened when I was driving on the road. I think these are already enough for me to hire

“Okay, okay… I remember. I did it. I killed him, okay. We had made a deal and I paid him a lot of money. A million in cash, then suddenly he wanted to pin me now and expose me.” “Where are his remains?” Spencer demanded. Chase hesitated, fear etched on his face. “I… I don’t know exactly. My men handled it. And they are dead now, all of them.” Spencer smile was cold and calculated. “Oh, are they? We’ll see about that.” With a swift motion, his men restrained Chase. Chase’s eyes widened in terror as Spencer’s men held him down. Spencer himself stood over Chase, his expression cold and unyielding. A glint of metal caught the light as Spencer produced a sharp blade.

They tracked his phone and found his location, in the forest, close to my house. When they arrived, his body was mangled up by wold animals. It might sound inhumane, but I breathed a sigh of relief, and tell them. “That’s horrible.” The officers nod and take me in for an hour of interrogation as per protocol. But the people in charge see no reason for me to kill Spencer. I’m set free, and it’s all ruled as a coincidence that he died so close to my house. However, I don’t escape without consequences.

There were too many problems, problems he had no idea how to handle. Meanwhile, after exposing the news, Victor Hughes moved on to his next step. Edward Spencer's arrest could not be left as it was. After all, it would spell trouble if he ever let something slip. As such, the Hugheses made their move. They held a meeting in Metropolis, denounced these incidents, and ultimately sentenced Edward Spencer to death. At the same time, they also ordered Stephen Quinn to oversee the execution! When Stephen received the order, he froze. Not long ago, he had earnestly told Edward that he could protect him, that no one could harm anyone he wanted to protect.

If they were they would suffer much worse if I got my hands on them. “Are they still alive? The scumbag that hit you?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Spencer looked up, her smile slipping from her face. She lifted her mug and look a long sip, like she was steadying herself. “No, I saw them die. This probably makes me a bad person, but I was happy to see the light drain from their eyes.” She replied in a faint voice.

"I'll give you a chance to make it look like you died by suicide. Like you did to your wife." Riley froze, his smirk dropping as the words hit him. "What?" "You heard me." Damien's voice was steady, calm. "You ordered the death of Jack Spencer and paid the Roth gang. And then, to make it all look like the feud between the McIntyres and Empire was escalating, you had your wife killed and framed Jack for murdering her! So, to make things right, you should die. I'll make it look like a suicide." *************** I glanced at the detective beside me, who was leaning forward in his seat, riveted by the unfolding scene. Even I wasn't sure where this was going, but even I was starting to think Damie