"How is that bad news, Garcia?" asked agent Hotchner.
"Well I found all the connections, and, well, it's a small town. And, from what I gather about small towns, everybody is connected to everybody. So really, there almost no way we can trace where they might have met the unsub. But fret not, my fine furry friends, with bad news there is always good."
"So what's the good news?" asked agent Morgan
"I looked at the ME report and found something you guys might find interesting." she took a breath, then, "They all had exactly the same food in their stomachs when they died. According to the ME, they had probably just eaten it less then and hour prior."
"Ok, baby girl, that helps us how?"
"It's shrimp!"
There was a silence at the other line. I looked at Reid and he looked at me. We both had puzzled looks.
"It was fancy shrimp." I said
"Yes! And only a certain amount of restaurants sell these shrimp, and only one sells everything in our victims stomachs."
"Good Garcia. We need an address." said agent Hotchner
"Sending it to your PDAs as we speak. Garcia out!"
"Ok, so our unsub takes them out to dinner, then kills them?" Reid sounded very confused.
I really had no idea for this one. I didn't understand that any better then he did.
"We should probably look around for the second note." I said after a minute.
We found it, almost immediately. It was tacked to the ceiling. It said, in a simple morse code. It looked like this:
- .... . ... . -.-. --- -. -.. -... --- -.. -.-- .... --- .-- .- .-. . - .... . .--. --- .-.. .. -.-. . -.- . . .--. .. -. --. ..- ... ... .- ..-. .
"Well he's deffinitly mocking us now." said Reid.
"Let's see if we can find the third note." I said.
At Ester Fabian-Gage's house we looked all around, and couldn't find any trace of a note.
"Maybe he forgot?"
"No. She wouldn't forget something like her signature on only the third kill. It's around here somewhere."
I kept looking, then, realizing something stood up. Reid obviously had come to the same conclusion I had at the same time. We looked at each other, then I said "Where wouldn't we look for a hidden note?"
"On a notepad." he answered. We both rushed into the kitchen. On the refrigerator was a notepad. On the notepad was writing, only coded.
"What language is that?" asked Reid.
"It's not a language, it's a code."
"Can you dycepher it?"
"Maybe, but it will take a couple minutes..." I said trailing off, trying to figure out what it could possibly mean. The paper a series of what seemed like random letters on it. It looked like this:
Igv vjg rcemcig vjgtg uchgna cpf pq qpg gnug yknn igv jwtv
I picked up my phone a called Garcia.
"Fountain of knowledge, check my flow."
"Hey Garcia. I have a job for you,"
"Honey I'd love to help but I have *way* too many jobs here"
"It will probably narrow down the suspect pool."
She sighed then-"Ok, what do ya got?"
"Run a backround check on all of the police officers and detectives that were at the crime scenes."
"You got it! Call you back when I got something."
Reid looked at me "You think a police officer is involved?" that note was meant for someone. And the only people who could have gotten a good look at that note is an officer."
