The nearest train tracks around the Modesto home are only a mile away, given it's close enough for the unsub to get off the train and watch the couple he killed for a few nights. There are freight haulers at the train station, and they are willing to talk to you, Derek, Emily, and Rossi when you arrive.
"The guy we're looking for is using freight trains to get around. He targets homes within a mile of the tracks," Derek says after he explained what's going on.
"Bulls and 'bos don't usually cross paths."
"Bulls and 'bos?"
"They call rail cops bulls. We call them 'bos, as in hobos."
"You're saying you rarely see hobos around here?" Rossi asks.
"I see them plenty. To tell you the truth, I'm nothing more than an armed scarecrow. When they see me coming, they get the hell away. Their biggest problem is with each other. If you get two of them in one boxcar, it usually gets ugly."
"So, if a 'bo jumps off one of these trains in a new town, is there someplace he goes first?"
"The jungle. That's what they call the camps. A local one's a couple of hundred yards that way," the man points to where it is.
"Do you happen to have a vending machine in here?"
"Yeah."
Rossi thinks if he has food for them, then they might be willing to tell them what they want to know. Your phone rings, and you step off to the side and answer your boyfriend.
"Where are you?" he asks.
"We're just off Highway 99. We just got done talking to the freight haulers. I think I'm going to drive back up to you and leave them down here. Though, I can tell this area is nothing but crops. There are neighborhoods on one side, and the other are all crops."
"They are farmlands. You can't see that from standard road maps."
"The railway track runs parallel to Highway 99 most of the way. I think I'm seeing a lot of what the unsub saw."
"Most of central California is one big valley. It's a flat basin surrounded by mountain ranges on all sides, supported by rivers, lakes, and aqueducts. It's ideal for farming."
"Well, I don't know what it gets us, but I think we should at least factor it into the conversation."
"I agree."
"I'll see you in about an hour." You hang up on him and approach Rossi who has a couple of candy bars in his hand. "I think I'm going to drive up to Sacramento. You two can handle it down here, right?"
"Yeah. We got it."
"I'm going to come with you," Emily says.
By the time you two get to the headquarters in Sacramento, they are ready to give the profile. Spencer told Hotch and JJ about the farmlands, so they have a better-sculpted profile to give.
"Let's get started," Hotch announces. "I'd just like to reiterate that this unsub is not getting around on Highway 99. His travels are linked near 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 twenty-five and forty-five. He's fit enough for the physical demands of train hopping, or 'catching out' as they call it," you inform.
"He'll be bruised from jumping on and off trains, and he might also be beaten up from just defending himself in any kind of turf war. He may look homeless, but he's taking clothing from his victims' homes. So, he'll be the only transient on the tracks in clean clothing."
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