The Other One | Hannigram |

Chapter 7

 
Jack called him early that Saturday morning. It might have been the weekend, but he wasn’t complaining. He dialed Alana’s number and she said she would love to take Abigail out. When his friend arrived, Will found out that Alana and Margot wanted to go clothes shopping for Abigail. 
 
Right after Alana and Margot picked up Abigail, Will headed out to the BAU. He would be riding with Jack to their location. 
 
A woman, Gretchen Speck, picked up a prescription for insulin at the location Jack obtained and they were heading over that way hoping to arrest Eldon Stammets. 
 
Will stayed by Jack’s side while his whole team went throughout the supermarket with their guns. Jimmy, Brian, and Beverly were not that far behind them. 
 
Jack explained. “She’s the chain’s tenth diabetic customer to disappear after filling a prescription for insulin, second to disappear from this exact location.” They were heading further into the supermarket. 
 
Will questioned. “The other eight?” 
 
“All over the county. One pharmacist. All over the county as well.” Jack replied eyeballing the frozen aisle they were at. 
 
“Floater, huh?” Will looked towards the nearby customer holding a basket in fright. 
 
“Floater’s floating right here. Still logged in at his workstation.” Jack said as they made it towards the pharmacy. 
 
Jack pulled out his credentials and lifted it up in the air. “Everyone, please stop what you’re doing! Put your hands in the air!” Jack barked. 
 
The manager at the front, an M. Borowski, put down a prescription he was filling on the counter to raise his hands up. 
 
“Special Agent Jack Crawford. Which one of you is Eldon Stammets?” Jack inquired, putting away his credentials. The two male pharmacists at the front were terrified. 
 
Borowski turned to the other pharmacist, looking confused. “Eldon was just here,” he said, turning to face Jack. “Just now.” 
 
Will stared at Borowski. “Is his car still in the parking lot?” The manager turned as if waiting for someone else to answer. 
 
“His car!” Jack’s booming voice grabbed Borowski’s attention. 
 
It didn’t take any convincing for Borowski to lead them to the back-parking lot near the pharmacy. Will followed right from behind Borowski while Jack was a little behind with his team. 
 
Borowski pointed at a car that was only six feet away. “Give me your baton.” Will asked one of the men on Jack’s team. Will took the baton and bashed the driver window and unlocked the trunk. 
 
He handed the baton back before running over to the opened trunk. When he approached the trunk, he coughed at the pungent scent. He covered his nose with his hand. Inside of the trunk was a bunch of dirt where Gretchen was buried underneath with the air tube already taped to her mouth. Will used both of his hands to unbury the woman. 
 
Will placed his fingers on her neck, feeling a pulse. “She’s alive!” 
 
Jack came over, coughing instantly. “EMTs! Now!” Will moved away from the trunk when the EMTs came over to take care of Gretchen. Jack looked at him. “Alright. We know his name. We have his address. We have his car.”
 
Jimmy came over with an uneasiness written all over his face. “Jack. We just checked the browser history at Stammets’ workstation.” 
 
“Am I gonna want to hear this?” 
 
Jimmy shook his head, unsure how to answer. “No, and yes, but mostly no.” 
 
When they headed back inside the supermarket, they found Beverly right in front of a laptop reading something. Jimmy went towards Brian, who was nearby. With Jack, Will headed to Beverly’s direction. 
 
“Freddie Lounds.” Brian announced when he spotted Jack’s and Will’s eyes landed on the computer screen. 
 
Jack mumbled. “TattleCrime.com.” Will could feel a headache coming on just by the sound of that. 
 
“'The FBI isn’t just hunting psychopaths, they’re headhunting them too offering competitive pay and benefits in the hopes of using one demented mind...'” Beverly stopped.
 
Jack urged her. “Keep going.”
 
Beverly stole a glance at Will before turning back to the article. “It’s about Will.” 
 
“Go on.” Jack demanded. 
 
Uneasily, Beverly continued briefly. “'One demented mind to catch—' She goes into a lot of detail.” Beverly gave up. 
 
“Son of a bitch!” Jack pounded his fists lightly on the counter and turned away from everyone. The last thing he wanted was for Will to gain unwanted attention. 
 
Will stared at the article on the screen. It was exactly when Hannibal and he went to the crime scene site.  Will remembered doing what was required of him and then being soothed by Hannibal. They both must have been too distracted to notice they weren’t alone. 
 
Becoming a victim of Freddie Lounds, Will thought angrily. The opportunistic woman was a hundred percent a nuisance and now that he was here in Baltimore to stay, this wouldn’t be the last time he would hear of her. 
 
Afterwards everyone headed back to the BAU, Will trailing right behind. Today wasn’t going good at all.