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Morgan and Reid were already at the new crime scene when they arrived.
"What have we got," Hotch asked.
"Kenneth Reynolds, 22 years old. Shot the same as the others," Reid answered.
Hotch shook his head.
"He's just a kid." JJ said, looking down at the baby faced, dark haired young man. She echoed exactly what Hotch was thinking. He looked younger than his 22 years.
"No witnesses?"
"Not that we've found," said Morgan. "How is it that this kid is shot three times in broad daylight in an alley surrounded by businesses, and nobody sees or hears anything?"
"This isn't the greatest area of town," replied the detective. "People keep their heads down around here."
Rossi and Prentiss arrived.
"What did you get from the other crime scenes?"
"Not much," answered Rossi.
"Whoever this is, she knows what she's doing," added Prentiss. "No shell casings were recovered at any of the scenes. No prints or tracks left at the scenes, either. Everything was wiped clean."
"What about the prisons?" Hotch asked. "Anything there?"
"None of the same names appear on the visitor logs. All their crimes were different, all of varying degrees. The only overlap so far is they're on the sex offender registry."
They left the crime scene and went back to the station to compare notes.
"She's getting bolder," began Reid. "The first two shootings were at the victims' homes where they lived alone, so no possibility of someone walking in on her attack. The third was killed behind a run down strip mall, more open but still not much likelihood of witnesses, but the fourth in an alley surrounded by businesses that are up and running. There was more likelihood of someone hearing shots fired and looking out a window."
"She also clearly knows how to cover her tracks," added Prentiss. "That suggests some knowledge or training in law enforcement, maybe even a former cop who handled sex crimes."
"And we know that the severity of their prior crimes doesn't matter to her," said Hotch. "She's taking their names straight off the registry. The fact that they're on that registry seems to be enough. Not to mention she's spiraling. The first two victims were three weeks apart, the third a week and a half later, and now the fourth just four days later. If we don't figure this out soon, there's going to be a lot more bodies."
Morgan's phone rang.
"Go ahead Garcia. I've got you on speaker."
"I've got some info on your kid, Kenneth Reynolds. He was 22, a part time student at Washington State, worked full time to support his young family, married a year ago with a baby on the way. His widow's name is Jessica, they lived just outside of Seattle."
"Thanks, baby girl," said Morgan, and he hung up.
The team gave their profile to the other officers. White female, 25-35, possibly a victim of a sex crime at a young age, serving up vigilante justice. They were met with the usual gruff when they mentioned their Unsub may have been a former cop. They regrouped in the conference room.
"I'm sorry about that," said Det. Rhoades.
"We're used to it," said JJ. "Cops don't like it when you tell them one of their own could be a serial killer. We don't like it either, but it's a very real possibility."
The detective nodded in agreement.
It had been a very long day and the team was exhausted. They decided to call it a night.
