Spencer Reid Fbi Vest Novels & Stories

Still he watched. Then she licked her lips. Reid smiled. His little pet was getting nervous. Good. She should be nervous. Father was angry and spoiling for a fight. * * * Reid entered the room. He watched as her shoulders straightened. Her eyes narrowed. Like the rest of them at the compound, she was dressed in black cargo pants and a fitted black t-shirt. As much as he regretted having to cut off her hair, long hair left too much DNA evidence behind. He had to admit the sleek bob suited her. Without all that hair framing her face, her bright eyes appeared twice as large. Her lips and cheekbones equally so.

the woman informed him. Spencer Davis was a detective who had been tailing Aaron for years. Davis was well-known in the city for investigating large fortunes. This wasn't Spencer's first visit of the year, nor in the past five years. It could easily have been his hundredth visit, and Aaron always welcomed him. He knew he had no reason to fear the police. And he also knew that the more fear he showed, the more suspicious he would appear. Thus, Spencer was always welcomed, and he always got the answers he wanted.

How were people starting to recognize me out of the mask? “Don't flatter yourself, cupcake.” He scoffed, showing me a badge. FBI Frowning, I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I liked it better when I thought you were a creep. I told your colleagues to quit bothering me weeks ago.” The FBI wanted me to spy on Dante and gather intel. “This might just be the worst case I've ever taken.” Agent Seth Graham sighed. “We had two Spinelli's down last year. Baby Spinelli's a psychopath, and he needs to be stopped.”

Reid Reid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray. “Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.

Seeing the proof, the warrant for arrest was granted. Mr. Reid was in his house, alone. He had dismissed all his servants. He had managed to clear the media personnel that hung around his house. He was still in a rage that it was his daughter that sold them out. He hadn't even contacted anyone in the past week. He was trying to totally avoid being spotted by the government or any official. When he heard the knock on his door, he assumed it was his daughter who had returned so he went to open the door. Soon as he saw the uniformed men, he sighed in defeat. Offering them a small smile, he asked what they wanted.

There were more outside, all dressed in special black clothes, with their hands pressing down on their bureau's deputy chief. In an instant, Jaeden was stunned, his legs even started to feel weak. No, it wasn't some brother unit, and it wasn't an inspection, it was from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It was the army! This was the army's action team! There was a click. Jaeden's wrists were put in handcuffs right away. The guy in front looked him up and down with a cold sneer: "You didn't even deserve the clothes you were wearing." "Take them all!"

I соvеrеd thе ріѕtоl wіth mу cloth nарkіn аѕ nоt tо аlаrm anyone. "No dоubt thіѕ gun іѕ illegal аnd соvеrеd with your fіngеrрrіntѕ. Thаnk уоu, fоr providing mе wіth leverage. I hаvе a сuѕtоmеr, an аѕѕіѕtаnt Deputy Director оf the FBI. He works оf Phoenix Arіzоnа Offісе. Hе оwnѕ three of mу lоuѕу fіѕhіng роlеѕ. Nееd I ѕау mоrе?"

I tracked his phone. “You tracked his phone?” Victor asks, shocked. “It’s not his first time doing that.” Avery turns to me, stupefied. “Your friend tracks your phone and you’re completely okay with it?” Before I can open my mouth and tell them Adam is unhinged and I do not really have a say in it, Spencer steps up next to me, his phone clutched firmly in his hand like a weapon. I peek at the screen and see that he already has 911 typed out on his keypad, ready for ring them with one tap.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and I flinch, bracing for a weapon, but he produces a leather wallet instead, flipping it open to reveal a badge. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Special Agent Vance. "What does the FBI want with me?" I whisper, my back hitting the restroom door. “It’s not about you, Elara. It’s about who owns you right now.” He steps closer, invading my personal space just enough to be intimidating. " Nero Moretti isn't just a mobster. We're looking at international arms trafficking, laundering billions of dollars in dirty money, moving military-grade weapons through the ports, and the list goes on.”

Hе’ѕ fullу dressed. Thе ѕhіrt аnd drеѕѕ раntѕ аrе nоt еvеn wrinkled. Hе lооkѕ juѕt as ѕhаrр аѕ he dіd whеn he fіrѕt саmе thrоugh mу door еаrlier as an FBI Agent. “Tаkе off the раntѕ, Cаrrіе.”