Novelas y relatos de Criminal Minds 100

I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn’t turn back, I didn’t look for him, I didn’t give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me. “Rough morning?” I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me. “You could say that.” The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk. “Today we’ll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders,” he said, scanning the room. “This is not just theory. This is a real-world application.” “Melissa.” I straightened slightly. “Yes, sir?” “What motivates individuals in organized crime?” Dr. Carter a

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.

He says proudly, confirming it with a short nod. “Show me.” He opens a file, handing me the criminal record of Nerthus’ “pimp”. His mugshot shows a little prick with full cheeks and scars that must have been testimony to his teen acne. “You said small things?” I check the record as he is already reciting the list out of his head, and I close my eyes exhausted. “Theft, burglary, a few DYIs, possession of controlled substances… Not even distributing or selling them.” He chuckles as he stops abruptly, “Oh, sorry boss, I’ve got an armed robbery right here.”

"Fair enough. So tell me, since you studied all type of qualifications to do with human psychology, when someone tells you how they plan to kill someone else, what do you do?" "I listen. When they are done saying what they felt, I given them my view. I'm not responsible for what you are going to do when you leave my room." "I hear you." He sighed, "Funny how... you know what, no further questions." ""Any witness from the defendent?" "No, my lord. I'll pass." "My lord, we shouldn't forget who we have on trial and what he is capable of doing. We have Mastermind, a thug trapped in a child's body. The only 17year old to have encountered several charges, from murder, rape, human trafficking, drug