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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ( aka 04x09: 52 pickup )
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"OUR UNSUB IS A confident alpha male," Emily declared to the crowded room. "He's white, he's between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. He's in excellent physical shape, to overpower women and also to feed his self-image."
"He has an obsession with cleaning," Rossi continued. "He probably works in some service industry wiping up after others, convinced everyone looks down on him."
"His change in himself and his victimology reflects that," said Dallis. She was standing between Reid and Morgan, her hands folded in front of her, the silk sleeves of her pale pink shirt rolled up past her elbows. "He views his victims as objects, as prey that he needs to track down and teach a lesson for being unattainable."
Morgan took over then. "This is the kind of guy who wants to stand out in a crowd. He's taken a class on how to pick up these women, so he'll repeat a series of well-rehearsed lines and mind-games."
"He may be uneducated but he is by no means stupid," Hotch warned. After returning to the station, he'd firmly instructed Garcia to find out everything she could about Viper and his students. He might've maintained his composure in front of Viper but he refused to let him treat the women on his team so poorly and get away with it. "Taking this class has given him the ability to read verbal cues and body language."
"One classic routine that the Viper promotes is the push-pull," Reid said, moving so he was standing between Dallis and Todd, who was seated opposite Dallis acting as the buffer between the team and Detective Harding's officers. "He'll insert himself between two women and, immediately after complimenting one, he'll deliver a subtle insult then pay attention to the other." With a sly grin, he leaned in towards Todd, squinting at the tiny diamonds that caught the light while hanging delicately from her earlobes. "Those are really nice earrings. I like those."
Todd's face flushed pink. "Thanks."
"My grandmother wears a lot of fake jewellery also." With that, Reid turned his back on her so he was facing Dallis, fuelled by the faint laughter that echoed around the room. "So what are your plans for tonight?"
"I'm not answering that," she pointed a finger at him.
He held his hands up in surrender, then returned back to giving the profile. "Ignoring the one woman puts her in direct competition with her friend and causes the other to pursue you more aggressively. I was just demonstrating that, sorry..."
"Mhm," Todd let it slide.
"We've mapped the hotspots he hits and he frequents the same clubs that the Viper does," Detective Harding started to conclude the conversation. "So we need eyes and ears in every single one."
