Chapter 3
"Baldwin Softball Field" the old man answered to his son clicking through pictures. They were testing his memory.
"Good. Very good." The son, Colby, said shaking his head and clicking to the next picture.
"Herage Mall."
"Very good." Colby once again answered.
"Gas station off west state."
"No." Colby shook his head and a pained expression lit up his face. It left as quickly wait had come.
"It's the one off west state." The old man insisted.
"It's okay if you don't remember." Colby said gently.
The old man turned his head, anger radiated off his body.
"Don't tell me I don't remember." the old man growled.
"Let's just try another one." Colby said shrugging his shoulders.
The old man stood up.
"Your trying to make me look stupid, I am not stupid."
"No one said you were stupid." Colby said, avoiding eye contact. "You just gotta keep practicing."
"I know a better way to practice."
Colby shook his head, already knowing what was coming.
"It's not time." Colby argued.
"It's time when I say it's time. I wanna go out. Take me out."
The old man walked away, excitement gleaming in his worn eyes.
Morgan and Prentiss got out of the black SUV at the abduction sight.
"Alright. This is right where she parked her car. And then she ran in there to get a prescription filled." Morgan said, pointing at the pharmacy's doors.
Morgan opened the iPad and watched the video of the abduction.
"Then she comes back to her car and somebody gets her attention." Prentiss said looking up.
"They call out to her. She throws her stuff in the trunk and runs away." Morgan said. "That's the last time we see her."
"So how do you snatch someone from here? Push her into a car?" Prentiss asked.
"It's way too crowded. But there is a blind spot right there." Morgan said pointing to a crevice behind the building.
They walked over and noticed it was very big. Big enough for a large vehicle.
"There is enough of an obstruction here, to park your car, blitz her from behind, and then push her into the vehicle." Emily concluded.
"but would you do that alone?" Morgan asked.
"I doubt it." Emily countered. "And two people would explain how the first victim was abducted so quickly from the patio when her roommate went in to get the phone." Emily said.
"It also sheds light on the ME's findings. There wasn't one unsub with two knives, there was two unsubs with their own weapon."
Rossi stared at the computer in front of him. He kept playing the recording back. Over and over. He only hoped it was helping.
"Please tell mom I love her. Tell Joey the same." A sobbing girl said through the recording. "He wants me to say I enjoyed it, but I didn't." A trace of anger was heard through the girls sobbing voice. A deep voice scolded her.
"He doesn't even sound human." Rossi said to Reid.
"Did you transfer all the tapes yourself?" Reid asked.
"17 years ago he sounded like background noise. But when I digitized them, you could hear every word." Rossi clicked the mouse.
"Yes you did, she's dead" the deep voice said through the recording.
"It's stunningly creepy." Reid said, confusion plastered his face.
"I never caught the Butcher. But I caught his voice." Rossi said, shaking his head. "I go to bed hearing him. I wake up hearing him."
"It'd be like hearing a message from Jack the Ripper." Reid said. "Why have you never written about him?" Reid asked.
"Power. I need to find him first." Rossi explained.
Rossi played the next recording.
"Mom, dad. This is Susan. I'm in trouble. Oh, I'm in so much trouble. I know you always taught me to never be afraid, but I'm so afraid!" The girl cried.
"What number was she?" Reid asked.
"Number 20. Susan Cole." Rossi looked up at Reid. A hint of excitement in his eyes. "His last victim."
"Jenny Delilly's message didn't match any of the old victims messages until we got to Susan Cole, the Butcher's last kill." Reid said to Hotch.
"Their messages were identical minus the line about enjoying it." Rossi said. Disgust covered his face.
"There victimology's are similar too." Reid said as Prentiss and Morgan walked back in the station.
"What did the ME say?" JJ asked standing up from a nearby desk and joining the team.
"Multiple wounds from separate knives on each of the victims. There's no way Jenny Delilly was abducted by one person." Morgan answered.
"So two knives and two unsubs?" Hotch asked.
"He couldn't take Jenny alone. Especially the fact that the roomate was gone for two seconds and they were able to take her, one unsub is very unlikely." Morgan said.
"What are you saying?" Detective Green said, over hearing the conversation.
"we are looking for a team." Emily said.
The team looked at each other with worried faces.
A beautiful blonde lady walked her dog through the park. It was a nice day and her dog had been eager for some sun and running around. She pulled out her head phones as an old man walked up to her and began talking.
"Miss I need your help. My caretaker had a heart attack. Please you gotta help me." The old man fooled the blonde lady easily.
"Oh my God. Where is he?" She asked.
He pointed a little ways away and started at a slow trot. The lady followed behind him. The old man brought her to an empty parking lot, only cars filled the place. She looked inside the car and a look of confusion crossed her face.
"Sir?" She asked and turned her head back towards him. He grabbed her and shoved her into the van. Colby was waiting and gave her a sickening punch to the face.
The old man stared down at the restrained blonde. Her vision blurred and she struggled to remember the earlier events. The old man gave her a creepy grin. Her eyes widened and fear struck her face.
"Look at her lips." The old man lusted.
She looked down at her body and noticed she had been stripped of her clothes. She was only wearing her bra and panties. Then she noticed the man at her feet. He was tightening her ankle binds. He had a look of remorse on his face, but avoided eye contact.
"She's pretty." He agreed, and continued on his task.
She shuddered as the old man began to talk again.
"Don't worry. We're gonna tell you exactly what to say." The old man grinned again.
The blonde tried to sit up from the table/bed she was restrained to but her kidnappers had done their job well. She was completely and utterly helpless.
"Everything is gonna end alright." The old man said.
The blonde let out a small whimper and fought tears.
You know what to do. So do it! \/ \/