New Hope

Chapter Twelve

The team had gathered to watch Prentiss interrogate the vampire rocker suspect, Davies. They'd told her to basically stroke his ego, that's what these celebrities love. But Zoraida didn't think it was going to work. He just didn't look like the suspect they believed him to be, despite the evidence.

 Reid sat on the edge of the table in the room, crutches leaned against it with hands in his pockets. She sat next to him as they watched through the one way mirror. Her fingers noiselessly taping the edge of the table next to his arm.

They watched the interrogation, everyone tense sensing something is off. Prentis asked for an autograph and her tapping paused, "He's not buying that she's a real fan." Zoraida mumbled. Right before the suspect said those exact words. He turned to the mirror, "You people think I'm stupid!?"

"That kind of contradiction should completely confuse a schizophrenic." Spencer observed, confusion clear in his voice. "They can't make sense of it."

"Hmm" Zoraida tilted her head, leaning against the table next to Reid as Davies yelled, "Am I suspected of something?"

Prentiss pressed on, "What's the name of your new album? The one that came out today?" She shows him a photo.

"Is she?"

"Dead? Yes, with the name of your new album written on her." Prentiss

"It's a common phrase."

"Is it? It seems a little odd to me. The instead of a." She pulls out another photo. "And this girl went home with you last night."

"She's dead?" He had a complete look of shock and horror at the new photo. His voice got quiet and fragile. Zoraida shook her head. That is genuine shook.

"Can you explain that?"

Zoraida pushed away from the table, not needing to see more. "No he can't. Cause it's not him."

Morgan watched as she walked to the door. "How do you know that?"

"I can spot actors in seconds. He isn't pretending. That's just a sad, lost man." She nodded to the mirror as she opened the door and strode out.

She heard Prentiss asking if Davies is a vampire as the door closed.

Zoraida had barely gotten down the hall when the rest of the team left the rooms as well. Prentiss looked upset and frustrated.

"There's nothing you can do when they lawyer up Prentiss." Morgan

Reid stopped walking as his phone rang, leaning on his crutches to answer it. Zoraida held the door to the small hallway open for the team, listening to them all.

"Dr. Reid here - The possible suspect's some sort of rock and roll star." Reid somehow managed to continue walking with the crutches as he talked on the phone. Zoraida quirked an eyebrow at that, he's gotten really agile with those crutches.

As Reid passed her Zoraida heard JJ's voice on the other end. That's odd she hadn't noticed her leave earlier. But it has been a hectic few hours.

"Yeah. A lot of it doesn't fit the profile, though. .  . Uhh there's a lot of media attention." He paused a moment, listening, as they all gathered around. "Great. Thank you so much."

He hung up. and sat down.

"None of this makes any sense." Morgan.

"No." Hotch.

"Television is saying his new record is selling through the roof. All his stuff is." LA cop "As soon as his being questioned in an actual string of murders became public."