As we drive to the crime scene, all I can think of is the guy who keeps sending me texts. Though I've dealt with an unsub before, this was someone new. No two stalkers are the same, I can guarantee it. Even with 3 years of profiling experience, I still have trouble in the beginning of an investigation. I feel like sometimes I should be with Garcia, finding information instead of finding out what makes the unsub unique.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when the car stops abruptly.
"What happened?" I ask, quickly assessing my surroundings.
"Nothing, we're just at the crime scene," Spencer replies, rubbing my arm to try to make me calm down. I realize I'm slightly hyperventilating, so I take a deep breath before getting out of the car.
Looking around, everything is open. The victim is in a ditch where anyone within a 2 mile radius could see.
"Okay, this is definitely different from the first scene," Rossi comments. "Densely packed woods before, now an open construction sight where anyone can see her."
"He's growing more confident. Cause of death?" Hotch asks the medical examiner.
"Asphyxiation by strangling," she responds, tracing her finger along a red line on her neck. "These are rope marks, similar to when people are hanged. Her name is Regina Goodstrum."
"This looks more like a dump site rather than a crime scene," Morgan says.
"He probably has a secondary location where he kills them, then places them wherever he chooses," Rossi replies. Hotch pulls out his cell phone and dials a number.
"Garcia, can you look up if our victim, Regina Goodstrum, had any gym memberships?" he asks.
"Of course," Penelope answers. "Uh, looks like she had a yearly pass to the community center, just like the others."
"Garcia, did you find out who the third victim is yet?" Morgan remarks.
"Yes sorry, I was sent her information a few minutes ago. Her name is Alicia Collins, and she didn't go to the community center daily, but she did go at least once a month."
"Looks like we found where he gets his victims," Rossi comments.
"Garcia, can you look up the members of the community center?" Hotch asks.
"Sure sugar," Penelope responds swiftly. "Alright, so in the community center, there are a total of 734 members. And before you ask, I have already limited it to males, which brings us to 482."
"Alright, now narrow it down to those with any kind of criminal record, specifically any violence issues. This guy has got to have priors," Spence says.
"Down to 179," Garcia states.
"Okay, how many of them at some point were in New York, New Hampshire, New Mexico, and Louisiana, mainly New Orleans, for a period of time?" Reid asks.
"Uh, well 64 of them were at one of those places at some point in time, but only 1 man has been to all of them," Garcia replies. "His name is Marcus Riddle. And...bingo! He was in each city at the same time as the murders, respectively. Sending address right now."
"Let's go," Hotch orders. He, Rossi, and JJ climb in one car while Morgan, Spencer, Prentiss, and I jump in the other.
With the police lights on, we race through the streets. Emily's phone rings, and she picks it up without hesitation.
"Prentiss," she says, turning on the speaker.
"It's Rossi," Dave answers immediately. "I think we're about to hit a lot of traffic. JJ found some back streets that lead us right to the house. Follow us." Morgan sharply turns the steering wheel, tailing closely behind the other car.
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Every Sort of Love ~ A Spencer Reid Fanfic
Fanfiction*This is the sequel to Kisses Like Snowflakes. It's not necessary to read KLS first, but it is suggested.* Allie Gates has finally got her life just like she wanted. Her job at the FBI is great, she's engaged to her best friend, and she has a loyal...
