The Last Word Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The room, which had been peaceful just moments ago, suddenly felt heavy again with Dad's words. I smiled bitterly. What wolf? My wolf had already died while fighting off the Silverthorn Wolfsbane. That toxin, laced with silver, had seeped into my bloodstream and eventually corroded my organs. And in the end, it killed my wolf. "Dad, I know Viola lied before, acted out, and pretended to be sick. But that was the old her. I believe she's better now," Jane said, looking at me with a sharp, taunting look. She sounded like she was defending me, but all I could hear was her reminding everyone of my past mistakes.

The officers reached the altar. There were words, the specific legal language of an arrest being executed, and the words moved through the chapel with the quality of something that was real and official and producing consequences that could not be undone, and she heard the words and absorbed them and stood in the specific contained stillness of someone who was in the eye of something and knew it and was not going to fall. Financial fraud. Corporate sabotage. The orchestration of the death of Lisa Knight.

With the help of a private investigator and a lawyer, I gathered evidence of his fraud and crimes and finally had him sent to prison. While sorting through Adrian's belongings, I found a photo of him and his sister tucked inside his wallet. Carrying his ashes and that picture, I kept the promise I once made to him—to take him to see the northern lights. Six months later, I returned to the Northern Territory. The day my plane landed, a call came in from Northvale as soon as I turned my phone back on. On the line was a stranger who introduced himself as a therapist. "I haven't been able to reach you these past six months. Someone surnamed Sanders gave me money to treat your psychological condi

She had put a lot of effort into her escape this morning, thus it was natural she would not reveal anything that Stanley could use against her. It did not matter. He had already employed his man to investigate the matter and he was confident to find out the truth soon. “Turns out the answer was not too complicated. It’s just that no one considered that the criminal has a conjoined twin brother. How did that woman learn that?” Stanley disregarded Larry’s silence and continued speaking to himself. Perhaps he was already used to it. “Are all criminal psychologists this powerful? They see through lies by merely posing a couple of questions.”