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They had been going back and forth about who the unsub could realistically be after another abduction. They got a witness sketch from the younger brother of the newest victim, but they didn't understand why the unsub would change his criteria. He was the opposite of a troubled and less privileged kid.
While they were comparing the identity of Travis James to the composite sketch, Garcia began relaying his tragic backstory, but before she could continue, the power in the station shut off.
"That's creepy," Lydia commented from her seat, where all she could make out was the soft light seeping through the blinds. She absentmindedly started to release the tension in her knuckles.
"Hang on Garcia, the power just went out." Hotch stopped her from continuing from somewhere in the darkness. Moments later the backup generator kicked.
"I think we're good. Keep going."
"Sometime before this evil tornado touched down, Travis, along with five other boys, testified against a one Roscoe Gulch."
"For what?" Morgan's palms laid flat on the table as he leaned against it.
"It appears that this Gulch character was a notorious pedophile in the area, and he was a resident of the same trailer park as Travis and his family. I'm looking at police reports now."
They could hear Garcia's fingers tapping some buttons before she continued, "It looks like brother Tucker had confronted this Gulch person lots of times. He even broke the creep's nose once."
"He was protecting his little brother." The familiar blonde nodded and leaned forward on her elbows, her eyes deep in thought. She was supposed to head back to DC in aid of her sick son Henry, but the weather had other plans.
"Oh. And then the plot thickens. According to a statement from Travis, right after Gulch was acquitted, he and his brother went to Gulch's mobile home. A fight ensued. Travis said it was like his big brother went crazy—"
"He was upset about the acquittal and dealt some justice of his own." Hotch noted as he looked at the phone on the table. Putting pieces together in the depths of his mind. A place that seemingly never stopped working.
"Travis said he heard tornado sirens He then ran to a drainage pipe nearby. After that, Tucker and Gulch somehow got trapped in the mobile home when the twister hit. Travis said he saw the mobile home get swallowed up by the tornado. And when he came out there was nothing left."
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