Spencer Reid Drugs Novels & Stories

“We have Miss Hannah’s statement.” That’s what he wanted to hear. Hannah’s voice. He might be crazy, but he’s been eager to hear her voice although this will be nothing unless they pull out the charges. All of his lawyers are still trying to check if they could appeal. Or they could fabricate a few of them. But they had placed hard evidence including Hannah’s medical records. Including how she suffers from insomnia, depression, anxiety, and PTSD. They also had Reid’s statement where he saw what he did. They also filed charges against Reid but it was voided since he did the right thing. He’s surprised that the bastard didn’t kill him. He’s ready to face him.

That was something I'd noticed early and never said out loud. "Maddox retired four years ago," I said. "He moved to Florida." "He's still there," Spencer said. "My contact confirmed last month." "He knows what he signed," I said. "He's been waiting for someone to come find him for ten years." "Maybe," Spencer said. "Or he's convinced himself it was just paperwork." "People convince themselves of a lot of things," I said. "It doesn't stop the truth from finding you." I set the report aside and pulled out the financial records. Forty pages of forensic accounting that had taken eighteen months to compile and had cost Spencer more than I was comfortable thinking about which I'd paid back most of

would, every time they got alone with me. But he was bowed over, in a prayer stance. ‘Richard!’ I jolted forward, my hand came upon his shoulder. ‘Are you alright?’ Hmm? Why is he trembling so hard? A revelation struck me and I recoiled in disgust. He’s on drugs! I knew it! Celebrities like him would usually go for those things to keep themselves in shape and in line. Rum is probably the only one in this industry who doesn’t need to touch them—wait. My eyes narrowed with the same disgust. That Alpha did have drug parties whilst he was here, didn’t he? So he does take them. They just don’t have effects on—.

The man gave a curt nod and rode through. Inside, the mansion loomed like a fortress. Lights glowed behind one set of curtains. The bike rolled to a stop in front of Spencer Reid’s home. Before he could even knock, the door swung open. Spencer stood in the entrance, already dressed in black, his expression unreadable. His eyes flicked once to the man’s helmet. “What did you find?” Spencer asked, voice low and sharp. The man took off his helmet, his face still shadowed by the porch light. He held up the envelope.

I was still confused. " So how does Mr Reid fit into this?" I asked Chance who already looked exhausted. " Mr Reid used to be a feared drug dealer in the day, but with time he quit but still has influence over some crooks in the business" " So why go into a business deal with Reid? Why not just ask him for help? They do seem particularly fond of him" my questions are only to calm down my scared mind.

"Big name was meant to be for a big man. We had huge dreams for him; all of us did. He was going to sit in the Senate. Make Laurel Springs and this family proud." I don't want to ask, but at this point nothing can stop me. I have to know the whole story. "What was his failure to launch?" "Being spoiled was the first problem. That was partially thanks to us, and then his mother who wanted to make up for an absentee father. But what really did it was when he found the drugs." "He's a drug addict?" I make another note. "Supposedly recovering." She rolls her eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it. He's been to numerous rehab programs in the last fifteen years. Nothing's ever stuck."

“Sorry sir, what happened to him?” “I don’t know. When I got to his office he looked like a ghost and he passed out in the car on the way here.” I stepped back and Spencer began doing his tests. He took blood work and put it in a case which he gave to his assistant who immediately left. While we waited, he connected a drip and gave Hendrix a shot of something. “So, what is wrong with him?” I asked because the pacing was not helping me. “We will wait for the test results.” The doctor said and if I did not need him nearly every week I would have strangled him. I continued pacing, stopping every other minute to stare at the bed then began pacing again.

Caleb Spencer didn't have the same ring. "Your brother got the six hundred quid he owes my brother?" Caleb asked, keeping his tone calm and relaxed. He spoke slowly, observing the way she blinked and swallowed before summoning a response. "Just stay away from my family," she warned, narrowing her eyes. "Eddison doesn't need your shitty drugs. He's been to rehab." "Oh," Caleb laughed. "I guess that's why he hasn't been begging me for more H on tick in a while. You know, one time he offered to blow me for a ten bag."

But I guess they have the right to know what happened recently. I cleared my throat before I began to speak. ", Dad, mom, Dr. Smith and the nurse were under the custody of the Investigative Unit. Dr. Smith had already confessed who was behind the thiopental sodium administered into Reid's body while he was at Reagan UCLA Medical Center. It was---", I paused and looked at them. "It was, Uncle Sam,dad." "What??? That---I'll gonna kill that fucking traitor!", he stood up, clenching his fist. Mom held his hand trying to calm him down. She was also shocked by what she heard but she tried to control herself because dad was already burning in rage.

Spencer grinned. “What about your mate?” I asked. Spencer’s smile faded. “She’s far worse than I expected.” “I tried to tell you,” I said. “How long were they giving her the toxin?” he asked. “I’ve never seen a shifter who was given it for such a long time.” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Was that what she’d been taking? “She was always popping pills. I never asked what it was. I didn’t know…” “You think she did it on purpose?” Spencer was shocked.