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"He's killed before. He'll kill again. He'll kill until everything that is yours, is his."~The Omen

"Hotchner," answered Aaron, speaking into his cell.

"Hey Hotch, it's Rossi. I talked to all the parents and there are literally no similarities connecting the victims. One star field hockey player, one boy majoring in chemical engineering, one druggie, and a cello player. All different heights, hair colors…three where white, one African-American. Two went to the same school, the others went to two different private schools on opposite sides of town. The only connection was that they liked to get scared."

"They were victims because they were convenient," sighed Hotch as Morgan drove back to the station from the dump site. There was very little they could gather from there as well.

"Looks like it," agreed Rossi. Hotch's phone began to beep.

"Dave, stay on the line, Reid is calling me." Hotch fiddled with the phone for a moment. "Reid?"

"Hotch, JJ just called. We got a suspect that fits the profile-or whatever small profile we have semi-formed at the moment."

"Address?" asked Hotch, motioning for Morgan to slow down in case they needed to turn around.

"1408 Elm Street, West Chester. Adam Radkin, 32 year old male, designed not only the corn maze but the trail for the hayride as well. Nice long rap sheet with multiple assault charges."

"Morgan and I are headed there now."

"We'll meet you there." Reid hung up and Hotch shut the phone as Morgan did a u-turn.

They were silent for a moment before Hotch spoke. "Damn…"

"What?" asked Morgan as Hotch quickly dialed his phone.

"I just hung up on Rossi…"

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"Adam Radkin? FBI! Open up!" shouted Hotch. No answer. Motioning to Morgan, Aaron watched as Derek smashed the white door down into the small, one floor house.

They were just in time to see a shadow sprinting from the front room.

"Radkin, stop!" yelled Derek, chasing after him, Hotch on his heels. The ran through the living room, messy kitchen and down a long hallway into the back of the house. The door was wide open, revealing a back yard full of un-raked leaves. On the ground, struggling, was Adam Radkin, pinned by Emily and Spencer and cursing obscenities.

"How dare you! This is my house! GET THE HELL OUT!" he roared into the air.

"Adam Radkin, you are under arrest for the murders of Samantha Rowling-" began Hotch.

"I didn't murder nobody!"

"-Kirsten Cawley-"

"I said I'm f-ing innocent!"

"-Jonah Lexley-"

"You got the wrong guy!" Radkin screamed as Reid hauled him up with the assistance of Morgan.

"-and Sean Tucket. You have the right to an attorney…"

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"I am telling you, I never laid a hand on any of 'em. Never seen 'em before."

Rossi sighed, aggravated. He and Prentiss had been at this guy for four hours while the team continued to assemble a profile based off the evidence. Adam fit it perfectly, but without sufficient physical evidence to back the profile up, they had no reason to hold him for much longer. Their killer could run free.

"Mr. Radkin, do you work as an actor in any of the attractions," asked Emily, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Radkin seemed taken aback by the question. "Yeah, sometimes, if an employee doesn't show up for work. Why?"

"And you're a strong guy, wouldn't you say, Adam?" asked Rossi, walking around the table. "What are you, 6'3, 6'4? You keep yourself in good shape, nice build, prime age. Think you could drag a body?"

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you people," said Radkin with growing rage. "I didn't do anything and I know nothing about those kids' murders!"

"Really? Then let us fill you in," said Rossi. "These kids all visited your haunted hayride and in the middle of the ride, a serial killer disguised as an actor decided to drag them off the cart and into the woods, where he tortured and beheaded them with a chainsaw, only to dump the bodies in trashy places in the morning."

Emily took over. "Based on our profile, our unSub would be a white male, strong, in his late twenties to early thirties with some kind of connection to the attraction. He would have aggravated assault charges on his rap sheet, possibly domestic violence or rape. So you can see why we were led to you, Mr. Radkin, right?"

Adam looked at the pair, scrutinizing them. "Now you listen here. I have done some horrible things in my past that I can't undo. But never- I mean never- would I do anything to those kids or threaten the business going on over there. Paul Franklin helped me when no one else would. I'd never take advantage of that."

"Helped you out? What do you mean?" asked Rossi.

"He gave me the job to design the trails. My first job in over five years, mind you. He got me back on my feet. Spent weeks on the project with me until we both knew every inch of that lot by heart and mapped it all out."

Emily gave David a quick glance, unnoticed by Adam. Adam continued in a more pleading tone.

"Listen, it's the Saturday before Halloween, and with the publicity, the place will be packed tonight. You're guy, this unSub, there's no way he wouldn't strike tonight. I'm here, in custody, innocent of all charges. Do you need another victim to confirm it?"

Rossi glanced at Emily again, before standing up and leaving the interview room. He walked over to Hotch, who was watching through the glass.

"What do you think?" asked Rossi.

"I think that's the most we're going to get for him," answered Hotch. "And I think he's right. We need to set patrol around the entire vicinity. Extra cops in the forest with GPS trackers so we can't lose them. We're going to catch this guy one way or another."

"And if we do find him? He'll look like just another actor. How will we know?"

Aaron looked at the frazzled man on the other side of the glass.

"We'll know."

'Victims…aren't we all?"~ The Crow

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Author's Note:

And the plot thickens! Oh the mounting excitement is too much to handle, I know. Contain your enthusiasm. Reviewing is the best way to do so.

With love, MissdaVinci77