Killer Queen

Chapter 12

     "Talk to me, Garcia."

"Well, there's not a lot to go off on. Sure, these men all made plenty of enemies, but they don't seem serious enough to kill them for," Garcia explained.

"You talk to the guy who works at the drugstore down the block?" asked Logan from her own personal office. "Every time they got back from there, they seemed angry. Oh, and don't forget about Joey."

"Joey?" Morgan questioned from the other line.

Logan raised her eyebrows. "Yep. As if it doesn't get any worse, there was a fifth. Joey Hernandez, he was the nicest out of everyone. And he loved to get drunk and yell at the tv all night."

"Garcia, where does he live?"

"Working on it, sugar." Logan's face contorted.

"You do realize that I'm also on this call, right?"

She could practically hear Garcia grin from only a few doors down. "That's what makes it so fun. I have a little something I like to call 'How many dirty jokes can I make while Logan is listening until she hangs up?'"

Logan pushed her chair away to grab her Frappuccino. "That is both impressive and repulsive."

"Isn't that what I do?" laughed Garcia. "Alright, he only lives a few blocks from the house. Sending you the coordinates now."

"Hey, Big D, can you put Hotch on the phone?" Logan asked as she leaned back in her chair. "I need to tell him something."

She could hear a little background noise as the phone was passed from one person to another, and then Hotch answered. "Logan? Morgan said you wanted to tell me something."

"Yeah, I think it might be worth a shot to look at where my Aunt Patty lives. I don't know if she's home at the moment, but she has a house in Wisconsin, which is where I stayed after I ran away."

"We'll check it out," he said, hanging up the phone.

Logan sighed. "It seems like it's just the two of us, now, kid." The chipper voice of Garcia made Logan chuckle. "You wanna play a game? How about you try to describe an object without saying what it is and I'll try to guess."

"Oh, I think I'm getting a little interference here, Cia," joked Logan as she made it sound like she was breaking up. "I'll have to call you later. I'm sorry!" She hung up, holding in a laugh as she heard a frustrated shout coming from Garcia's office. Man, she loved this job.

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As her phone rang, Logan quickly picked up, still typing on her computer as she answered. "Go for Killer Queen of the F.B.I. How can I be of service?"

"Logan, it's Spencer. We're at your aunt's house and she just let us in. Do you have any help for us?"

With a grin, Logan smacked her gum. "Boy do I ever. There are so many hiding spots in that house, maybe you should video call me in instead."

A few minutes of trouble and Spencer finally managed to video call the teenager from her office. Instantly, she recognized the old kitchen and dirty cabinets. In the background, Hotch was talking to a very confused-looking Aunt Patty.

"Alright, we should get started. Check the cubby under her bookshelf. There's a secret compartment in the back where she usually hides her medication and sugar. Then under her bed, there should be a loose board. Nothing was ever hidden under there, but it would be perfect for hiding a gun or something. Not that I'm suggesting you would do something like that, but just to make sure, Aunt Patty." The woman rolled her eyes and gave Logan the death glare. "Yeah, anyway. Try all of the cabinets and everything, too."

"How long did you stay here?" Spencer asked.

"Three days," she answered. "You'd be surprised how much free time I had during those three days." Her phone rang again. "Sorry, I'm going to have to take this." She turned her camera off and answered the phone. "Logan Star, how can I help you?"

"Logan," Garcia's voice said. "They found Joey and he's asking to talk to you."

Logan's face fell. "He is? Why? Like, right now?"

"Yeah. Are you up for that?"

The teenager gulped, but nodded, even though no one could see her. "Yeah, I guess. Put him on."

A few seconds passed, and then an all-too-familiar voice came over the phone. "Logan? Is that you?"

"Sure is. How've you been? Still single and a raging alcoholic?"

"Look, I know how awful I've treated you in the past, but this hitman is coming for me, I know it. Please, make these F.B.I. agents protect me." Joey didn't seem like he was joking at all. His voice quivered and the phone sounded like he was shaking a lot.

Logan frowned. "Did you say hitman? How did you know that?"

"We all got a text message that they were coming for us. So, we split up. Harder for them to find us, you know?"

"Right." Logan tapped her finger on the desk, before finally turning back to her video call. "Give me one second and I'll be right back with you." She put him on hold and put her camera back on. "Spence, I think I've got something that will help."

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I'm so sorry for this very long wait. But hey, triple update! I've just been trying to deal with my mental health recently so I hope you'll forgive me. Enjoy and stay tuned for the next chapter!