The Ghost of Princeton ||Spencer Reid||

fiction

CRESSIDA

I had loose ends. That was all my theory currently was. Just random pieces that didn't fit together to finish the puzzle, and the pieces were just blank with no extra information to help me know where to even float them in relation to the bigger picture. After Tara doing two cognitive interviews with Reid, he had remembered more about Nadie's murder.

He didn't do it, and it wasn't a man that was there with them; it was a woman.

So now, with the others still trying to figure out how Scratch fit into this, I was looking at the sticky notes on my desktop. There were a few of them in two different colours. The black was for the Scratch theory, the pieces of the puzzle that went together for that... there weren't many of those.

The other colour was what I had been working on since Emily told me to pull the thread. The purple sticky notes were the floating pieces that had no way of tying together, it was just what I thought could be important and may have the ability to turn into a full theory if I found the right information.

So far there were five sticky notes in the purple. At the centre of the screen was Spencer, just a few dot points underneath his name to summarise what information we had on his role in the case. Then there was Nadie, the victim of the murder and some more information about her career and who might want to hurt her for those reasons.

The other three were the ones I could barely connect to one another.

One was Officer Wilkins, my skin crawling at just the thought of the way he always looked at Spencer, with perfect disdain and cold hatred. One was blank, the one from Mexico who actually killed Nadie but Spencer hadn't been able to identify. And then there was the last one I had loosely tied into everything.

Officer Wilkins worked not just at Millburn, but also at Mount Pleasant Women's Correctional Facility. Not that it meant much now, but there was the fact that Cat Adams was being held there. She was the last sticky note, not that any information was under her aside from a single line that read; possible vendetta against Spence.

That was the difficult case that Spencer had called me after, the one that he told me about. How he had to have dinner with her in order to catch her. He later told me exactly how they caught her, how he tricked her into being cuffed and taken away. I knew that I would be pissed if that happened to me, so it was potential motive but that was all I had.

Well, that and the loose connection that Wilkins works in both the facilities where Cat and Spencer were staying. But that could just be a coincidence.

Unless, of course, she had something over Wilkins. But there was no proof of that, not yet at least. Because I was supposed to be doing this quietly I hadn't been able to find all the information I needed. Short of hacking into Mount Pleasant's system to get more information about exactly what Wilkin's does there, I pretty much had nothing left to look into.

All I needed was one piece of information, one thing that could help make sense of this.

But I wasn't going to get it here.

Not with my anxiety making my foot tap rapidly on the ground, not with my thoughts running a thousand miles a minute and going nowhere. And not when I had somewhere I needed to be.

I got up and went to my car, and then drove to Millburn. I had booked my visitation with Spencer today, and for once I had something to possibly talk to him about, something that could help, but upon my arrival and my attempt at checking in, I was stopped for a reason I never thought would happen.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, needing clarification on what the officer had said at the door.

"Spencer Reid is refusing visitation today." He repeated. I guess it was Spencer's right to say no.