"Okay, let's get started," Aaron said as we all took our seats on the jet.
"Alright," JJ said, passing out files. "Atlanta office has a serial. Two prostitutes stabbed and staged in the last two weeks." JJ said as the laptop screen booted up with Garcia's face.
"Atlanta crime rate has skyrocketed over the past few years, especially the proliferation of solicited sex and drug use in the downtown district," Reid said.
"Maybe this guy thinks he's cleaning up the city?" Prentiss asked.
"It's rare for an unsub who targets prostitutes to pose the bodies. Means of disposal usually reflects how the person feels towards them." I said, looking at the photos in the case file.
The bodies were laid to rest, their arms crossed over their shoulders. Almost remorseful.
"It didn't look like he thought poorly of his victims, he even kept them dressed," Rossi added.
"He could be filled with remorse. The arms are folded and the bodies are laid to rest in a quiet park. Maybe he knew them?" I said.
"It could be personal. There's a lot of rage in these kills, multiple stab wounds." Prentiss said.
"What about sexual violations?" Morgan asked.
"No, the M.E's report says there's no evidence of sexual activity before death," Aaron said.
"So what's he doing with them?" Garcia asked through the screen.
"That's what we need to find out," Aaron replied.
"Both of the victims had two hundred and fifty dollars on them when they were found. Why wouldn't the unsub take that?" Prentiss asked.
"It's a lot to pass up. Money must not be on his mind." Morgan responded.
"Dumping the bodies certainly is. He chose two different parks outside of Atlanta." I said, pointing to the map.
"The parks are fifteen miles apart, and forty minutes from the city," Reid stated.
"He didn't want to return to the same location, that risks getting recognized," Rossi said.
"Another body has been discovered by some joggers at yet another park, Rebecca Moore. Missing 36 hours." Garcia said through the screen.
"Was there a missing persons report?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah, filed by her friend Allyson Parker," Garcia said.
"Prentiss and Catherine, find out from Allyson if she has any insight on why Rebecca was targeted. Morgan and Ried, go to the disposal sight, and Dave and I will set up at the field office." Aaron said.
The plane landed, and Prentiss and I took an SUV to a street corner to find Allyson.
"Do you know where Allyson Parker is?" I asked a woman, flashing my badge. She shyly pointed to a brunette, and we turned to walk towards her.
"Hi, I'm Emily Prentiss and this is Catherine Gideon, is it okay if we ask you a few questions about Rebecca?" Prentiss said as we approached her. The woman nodded.
"We're very sorry for your loss. How long were you and Rebecca friends?" I asked.
"Three years."
"You two must have had each other's backs then. That's why you filed the report. Prentiss said.
"It was almost two days. I thought she was at the police station. Getting locked up is better than disappearing with one of them." Allyson said, motioning to the street.
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