My name is Abigail Marie Morgan, but call me Abbi. I work at the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit, or the BAU for short. I work alongside some of the smartest and greatest people in the FBI. I got into a lot of trouble as a kid and even into adulthood...
"Let's get started," Hotch announces as everyone but the team takes their seats. I stand next to Emily, putting her in between Hotch and I. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid to be near Hotch or anything it's just I struggle focusing. "I'd just like to reiterate that this UnSub is not getting around on Highway 99. His travel is linked in close proximity to railway lines,"
"He's targeted five homes and killed eight people in six weeks. We're looking for a male indigent transient between the ages of 25 and 45," Spencer speaks up.
"He's fit enough for the physical demands of train hopping or catching out as they call it," I add.
"And he'll be bruised from jumping on and off trains," Emily continues.
"And he might also be beat up from just defending himself in any kind of turf wars," Hotch declares.
"He may look homeless but he's taking clothing from his victim's homes so he'll be the only transient on the tracks in clean clothing," Emily adds to Hotch's statement.
"The trains and the rail yards are his home and when he gets tired of these, he chooses a house to make his own," I explain, shoving my hands into my pockets as I rock back and forth slightly.
"He'll have a pronounced red, dry rash around his mouth and nose. What's commonly known as sniffers rash," Spencer informs.
"How do we know that?" Another Detective asks.
"He takes household cleaners," I answer.
"And we believe he's abusing them as psychoactive inhalants," Hotch elaborates on my statement.
"Nail polish remover, glue, paint thinner, lighter fluid," I list off on my fingers as I speak. "Whatever's the cheapest high available,"
"They're referred to as tollyheads," Spencer informs. "Because they derive a high from sniffing toluene, a chemical solvent. Once inhaled, the effects are felt instantaneously,"
"We believe he's living out a fantasy in these homes," Emily explains. "The fantasy is that it is his house for the night. He spends hours enjoying the comforts of his victims' homes. Upon leaving, he takes clothing, money, jewelry, and small electronics,"
"If you get close to him, you won't miss him," I reassure. "He'll smell like a combination of human filth and paint thinner,"
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"He left his shirt on the male victim again," I comment as I look over to the new set of victims. This set is a Hispanic couple whose daughter found them dead in their bedroom.
"That's not all he left," Spencer bends down and picks up a newspaper that was left under the murder weapon, a trophy. "Modesto Couple Victims of Highway 99 Killer. This was printed before we released to the press that he's using trains to get around,"
"He's taunting us. Telling us he's smarter than we are because we got his mode of transportation wrong," Emily pipes in.
"The more confident he gets, the more he's experimenting with his ritual," Hotch adds.
