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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"I've always wanted to see a cult in live action," I mention stepping out of the car after we park at the Church of the First Dawn.
"I...It's...." I stun Spence for a moment. "They're not actually a cult baby. More religious adjacent."
I shrug my shoulders, "You say potato, I say potahto...."
"You know that specific phrase came from a song written by George and Ira Gershwin." His t-rex hands were out in full adorable force as he began to ramble. "But it was first performed by Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. They also sing about the different pronunciations of other words like either, neither, after, and laughter."
"I will never cease to be amazed at the knowledge inside that beautiful brain of yours." I smile while walking towards Hotch, JJ, and Blake who were waiting for us by a walking trail. We quickly give them the details of what we found at the M.E.'s office, leaving out the part where I had a total hormonal break down. Blake offers to make a call to the Gulfport M.E. to see if there was any animal hair left behind the scene.
"Did you happen to notice a dead skunk near the crime scene?" I question JJ on our little walk.
"A dead skunk? No Why?" JJ asked.
I was a bit surprised that I found this woodsy area kinda of pretty with all the flowers in bloom but don't twist my words, I'm still terrified of the deep beyond of dense foliage and huge trees.
"Skunk hair was found in the larvae at Floressa's crime scene. We thought maybe there was one laying around nearby." Spence answers for me as my eyes widen in excitement when I see two woman in white robes walk past me.
"They don't look like cult followers....wait I take that back. Normal people don't wear white robes like that." I say in a hushed tone craning my head to watch the women walk past us.
"Sunday...." Hotch warns me as I snap my attention back to our conversation.
"Sorry....it's like I'm in a real crime documentaries that focuses on cults." I loudly whisper my explanation when another set of women in white robes walk by. They are always in pairs, maybe their coven leader is having them pair up for safety measures.
"Here's the police sketch." Hotch says handing us a copy, his way of telling me he's not entertaining my thoughts today. I look over the details on the sketch, he was someone ordinary that would go unnoticed.
"This guy's brazen." JJ states, "chatting with the neighbor about the person he's on his way to murder."
"He's too calm to be on a spree. Something else is motivating him." Hotch looks between all of us.
Blake walks up to us hanging up her phone, "Two for two. Gulfport M.E. also found animal hair on the first victim's larvae...raccoon and Charlie Clayton had wood residue in his teeth just like Floressa."
