Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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Spence, Derek and I head over to the community college the next morning. I'm pretty sure Hotch was smiling while I was walking out the station doors. The TA brings us to the office of Professor Hollis Walker Jr. He lets us know the Professor was finishing up morning class but will be with us shortly. Spence and I go straight to look at the books. He had quite the collection of first editions.
"I've never seen a first edition Tractatus before." Spence says.
"There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical." I smile reciting the few quotes I liked when I read it. Spences head tilts in my direction in surprise.
"What? I do read more than just smutty books." I give him a wide grin. His eyes darting back and forth from my lips to my eyes.
"I know....it's just....you keep surprising me." He admits. "Gotta keep you interested in me somehow Spencie."
"Somehow I don't believe I will ever become uninterested." He smiles slightly. He looks exhausted, still slightly squinting his eyes in harsher lightning.
Derek's phone rings answering it as we continue to look at the books. "Well, that didn't take long." Derek states over the phone. Spence and I both turn around "Jimmy Mercado?" Derek questions before looking over at Spence.
"Wait a minute. Reid, isn't Jimmy Mercado the saved ice man?" Derek asks him.
"Yeah" He answers him.
"Hotch, we just interviewed this guy yesterday." Derek listens before hanging up the phone.
"Mercado was killed?" Spence ask Derek.
"Psychopathic hubris. This unsub's success is making him feel invincible." Derek says before I hear the sounds of footsteps, a male shorter than Spence and Derek comes walking in the office with a smile.
"Hi. Sorry I'm late. The lady that called said you're investigating these murders we've been seeing on tv....." he begins walking towards his desk. "Awful. Just awful. So, how can I be of assistance?" He puts his books down on his desk.
Spence comes to sit down in one of the chairs, while I come to stand next to his side. Derek opens the file of photos we brought. "We were hoping you could help us analyze these." he sets the file opened on the desk. The professor looks away in shock.
"They're difficult to look at even when you're used to them." Spence reassures him.
The professor blows out a sigh before picking up the pictures and going through them. "Well....you have several different religions manifesting here. Most of the elements are from Santeria healing rituals, but the upside down crucifix and the chalk drawings....they're from a much darker religion. Unbaptized Palo Mayombe."
Derek pulls up the crime scene photos from the recent murder handing it to the professor. "Is that a dog?" The professor questions.
