"𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 been established?" Agent Hotchner asked, and Cadence watched as he picked through her notes like a vulture. Her jaw tightened, but Captain Browne nodded.
"They've cordoned off the area, set up roadblocks," he answered. "It's all the same length of road in the Hills, so it wasn't hard to divert traffic. The overpass was built a decade ago, bypassing most of that area anyway."
"Morgan, Rossi," Agent Hotchner turned back to his team, "go check it out. See what you can find."
What we missed, Cady thought, rolling her eyes.
"JJ, Reid," he continued, "meet with the victims. Maybe someone remembers something else."
That they neglected to tell us. Cady looked to her boss, but he wasn't paying attention to her. He was noticeably glued to Agent Hotchner, watching his actions, noting his orders, following his movements, and mimicking his stance to show that he too, Captain Peter Browne, could hold authority.
The four agents, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, and Reid, all left, and as Candace glanced over, she saw her partner visibly ogling JJ. She fought to not kick his chair out from under him.
"Luth," Pete spoke, and Luther looked up. Pete cocked his chin towards the agents. "Go with them to the Hills."
Luther quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbing his phone and gun from his desk, and hurrying after Morgan and Rossi.
"So, what do you have so far?" the remaining woman asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she studied the notes scrawled across the whiteboard.
Agent Prentiss, Cady recalled.
"Cadence?" Pete almost urged. She looked to him again and he raised his brows in warning. She sighed as she refrained herself, and explained the case.
"Not much," she began. "Three women have reported being raped and strangled over the past two weeks. Their recounts of the act are all the same, location the same, vehicle the same, but their assailant always varies."
"And you ruled out multiple UnSubs?" Agent Prentiss turned to Cady.
Cady nodded. "As Luth said, statistically it's... rare. Petty crime, car thefts, sure, but multiple rapists? Completely unheard of around here." She tapped her finger to the composite sketches that lined the top left corner of the board. "These are all fairly similar enough, so we can assume it's the same guy. Minor things change," she tapped each sketch in turn, "he had a moustache, he had a cleft chin, he had a scar, but these are all chronological. Logically, he could've shaved his moustache, then his chin became noticeable, and one of the women could've scratched him, causing his scar." Cady shrugged. "But it's not enough."
