New Hope

Chapter Three

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Plane
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"And if thy right eye offend thee, Pluck it out and cast it from thee."
Matthew 5:29.

"The color of all the victims' eyes are different, so that probably doesn't factor in to victimology." Prentiss observed as they all sat on the plane, going over the case file.

"It's more likely what he sees in the eyes. Case studies show that most enucleators suffer from delusions." acknowledged Spencer Reid.

"They hear voices and see things in people's eyes." Informed Derek from where he sat leaned on an edge of a table next to JJ.

From his window seat Rossi added, "Usually something evil. They're driven to enucleate to destroy the devil." Next to him was Reid. They sat at a table, across from them was Hotch and Emily, also using the table.

Hotchner, "It points to someone who may have been institutionalized and recently released."

"I'll have Garcia start looking." JJ typed on her blackberry.

Morgan, "All right, so talk to me. What makes these attacks so different?"

"With victim one, there were multiple blunt force strikes to the head-- A more personal kill." Hotch stated.

Or just sloppy, Zoraida thought from her seat in the back of the plane, away from the group.

"And he disposed of the body, maybe as a forensic countermeasure." Emily wondered.

Rossi, "The next murders seemed less personal, more opportunistic."

Morgan, "I think we need to look at why the first victim was bludgeoned and dumped."

"Perhaps the unsub knew him," Reid guessed.

Zoraida nodded I agreement from her spot next to a sunny window.

She observed Morgan closely as he spoke. He has his right hand on his thigh in a transparently pretentious and manly way. His left hand holding the open file in his lap, "Prentiss, I want you to go to the disposal site, see if you can figure out why he was dumped there. Rossi, you and I are gonna go to last night's crime scene."

Looking at her blackberry JJ spoke up, "Actually, uh, the girls' families asked to speak to our team leader."

Morgan looks at Hotch, "All right. Um... Ok, in that case, Rossi, you can handle the crime scene solo. JJ, you're with me, and Hotch, Reid I want you to get into John O'Heron's life, see if anything at all points to a personal motive."

They all nodded in agreement, then seemingly remembering their new addition, looked back at Zoraida.

"I'll go to the station. I need to see how you operate before getting involved to much."

Derek nodded and they all went into their own little conversations. Zoraida left to herself, she sat alone. Observing and learning.

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Oklahoma City P.D.
Oklahoma
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As Zoraida followed agent Hotchner into the police station she walks slower than his brisk pace. The former spy naturally helps Reid as he uses his crutches, holding the glass door for him.

A middle aged Detective is standing in the middle of the room next to a large table and a cork board they had wheeled in. It was filled with crime scene photos and a map with the locations that bodies were found marked with pins.