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More Clues, More Questions

"Who found the car?" Rossi asked the officer driving them out to the desert.

"A group of tourists coming out here to have a little party, it happens all the time."

Reid watched the moonlit landscape rush by as the SUV made its way down the bumpy dirt and gravel road toward an old rock quarry. The vehicle's light encountered three other police cars with their lights flashing blue and red. A team of crime scene techs had set up some large spotlights that lit up the scene like a movie set.

"How long ago was the car sighted?" Reid asked the officer.

"About three hours ago. The person that grabbed him left the lights on and one of the doors open." The officer ignored Reid and spoke to Rossi. The senior profiler noticed the attitude and scowled at the officer.

"Do you have a problem officer?" He asked irritably.

"It's just that everything was fine and then your friend here shows up asking questions. Now detective Hyde is missing!"

Rossi scowled as they left the truck. "Before we assume the two are connected, we need to look at the evidence."

"Well, if it isn't the feds." Captain Pemberton joined his officer as they headed to the abandoned police car. "Glad you could join us."

Rossi ignored the big man and began looking over the car. "What do you see Reid?"

"Well… The car's in good working order. He didn't stop out here, ten miles from the main road for car trouble. This quarry has been out of business since the late seventies. It's a popular make out and party area for the local young people." He gestured to the group of teenagers detained next to one of the police cruisers. "I'd say he was lured out here, perhaps on a tip that a party involving illegal drugs might be going on."

"Brilliant deduction Holmes… I wish I'd thought of that." Pemberton said.

"What's your problem?" Rossi asked. "You refuse to help us as a professional courtesy until your precious time elapses and then you call us out here because we had dealings with your detective last year."

"I didn't bring you two out here because I need the help of the FBI." Pemberton nearly spit as he took an envelope from a crime scene tech. "This was found on the dashboard of the car."

He handed it to Reid who'd just snapped on a pair of gloves. He opened the white envelope and pulled out a piece of ordinary white paper.

If you want to know where your detective is, ask Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Just what do you have to do with my detective's disappearance?" The captain moved in on Reid forcing him back against the black and white. "Talk to me boy or I'll make you wish you'd never been born and all of my men will swear I never laid a hand on you."

"Enough!" Rossi grabbed the man and pulled him away from Reid. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I want to know what this skinny kid knows about one of my finest detectives."

"Your finest detective helped a man cover up a murder." Rossi said as Reid moved around to the other side of the car.

"There was no evidence of that ever brought out which is why he's still on the force." Pemberton shot back. "Anyway… Who cares about a twenty year old justifiable homicide of a pervert?"

"Someone does…" Reid said. "Otherwise they wouldn't have taken my father and your detective."

"What makes you think it's the same person."

"It's obvious!" Reid said with remarkable patience. "Read the note again Captain. This person is involving me in this and the only reason he would is because of my father and what happened to Riley Jenkins years ago."

"How can you tell from that?" Pembroke asked as all the other officers and techs stopped their work to watch the two men face off.

"Because it's in his handwriting, he knows something about what happened twenty years ago. The writer is male. He's very self assured, but also enraged. He wants me to tell you something that I can't because I don't have all the pieces of the puzzle yet. If I could call in my team they'd help us."

Pemberton went purple in the harsh white light. "Fine… Call in the rest of your team!"

"Are you ready to admit that something happened to my father?" Reid pressed keeping his dark eyes fixed only on Pemberton's face.

"Yes… I'll open the missing person's case and have our techs process your father's house."

"That won't be necessary." Rossi said. "Reid and I have already been in there."

Pemberton bristled. "I thought I told you…"

"I'm his son. He invited me to come and see him. I entered legally with the spare key. We'll have federal agents from the local office go in and look around." Reid interrupted the big man impatiently.

Pemberton swore and headed over to where the teenagers stood with two other detectives from the squad. Rossi smiled and patted Reid on the back. "You're making friends right and left."

"There's more to this than just my father having something incriminating on Mason Parker." Reid said in a low voice.

"I know… We need the rest of the team."

The sun was directly overhead as the jet touched down on the tarmac of McCarran International Airport. It taxied to a stop out of regular air traffic to meet a black SUV with Nevada plates.

Reid stood outside the truck wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and sunglasses with his dark blue slacks. He didn't seem to be bothered that it was in the eighties, despite the fact that it was late March. JJ noticed this as she deplaned first and walked over to greet him. She thought he looked more at home here than in the hustle and bustle of DC, as though the desert was part of him.

"Hey Spence… Looks like you found more trouble for us."

"I didn't do it on purpose." He protested.

"You never do it on purpose." Emily said as she walked up to them.

"No, he's a magnet for trouble. It just follows him around." Morgan said by way of greeting.

Agent Arbogast took the wheel as the rest of the team climbed into the truck. Morgan and Garcia sat next to each other. Hotch took the passenger side next to Arbogast. Reid, JJ and Rossi took the very back of the vehicle.

"Nice to meet you," he said as JJ made introductions. "We've got a room set up for you at the field office."

"Why aren't we meeting with the detectives on the case?" Hotch asked.

"Because of the note at the scene," Rossi said. "Captain Pemberton is convinced Reid knows more than he's sharing. He admits that you have to be here, but he doesn't want you in the way at the station."

"That's going to make it hard to communicate." JJ stated the obvious from her seat next to Reid.

"You have such a talent for making friends." Morgan said over his shoulder to Reid.

"Shut up Morgan."

"This is our technical analyst Gabriella Martinez," Arbogast said, indicating a very thin, very short, black haired woman with the lightest blue eyes Garcia had ever seen. Her skin was the color of light coffee. Her face was heart shaped with a button nose. She smiled at Agent Arbogast as he introduced the team. "I assumed you'd like to set up in here." He asked Garcia.

"Yeah… I'm still working on William Reid's encrypted files.

"Oh…" Martinez's eyes lit up. "I'd love to get my hands on that."

"I'd appreciate the help." Garcia said as the two women beamed at each other.

"We've been watching him for a few months now in accordance with the Gaming Commission." Arbogast said. "There have been some interesting transactions going through the Venetian, especially around poker tournament time."

"What kind of transactions," Reid said looking interested.

"The kind of transactions, which if proven to the IRS, would get our Mr. Parker in a lot of trouble," Martinez said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"Why don't the three of you go over the paperwork?" Hotch included Reid, "After Garcia brings us up to speed on Mason Parker."

"Okay…What I found out about our Mr. Parker fits his public image. You all probably know all this." She indicated to Arbogast and Martinez.

She filled them in as she set up her laptop on the metal table next to Martinez. "He's thirty years old, single, good looking and Nevada's most eligible bachelor. He was born and raised in Las Vegas. His parents are adoptive parents that he has lived with since he was ten years old. His adoption records are sealed, but I was able to determine that something traumatic happened to him as a nine-year-old boy. I was able to determine that he's been through extensive therapy. I can't give you a lot of details as there are seals on the medical records as well. He went to Harvard and majored in business. He built his business Parker Gaming from the ground up. He's got plenty of friends and enemies because of his success."

"Can I assume you can break the seals on his medical records and the adoption?" Hotch said.

"Wait… Are we allowed to do that?" Martinez asked with an eager gleam in her eye.

"I'll show you a few tricks." Garcia told her cracking her knuckles.

"Sweet!" The small woman nearly danced on the navy blue pumps she wore.

"Garcia, you come all the way out here just to corrupt an innocent FBI tech." Morgan said, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Hey!" Martinez complained. "I'm far from innocent." She gave Garcia a high five.

"Nice," Morgan smirked. "Now you've created a monster."

"Can we get on to the profile?" Rossi interrupted the banter before Hotch.

"Do we need to give one?" Reid asked. "Isn't Parker our most viable suspect?"

"We can't get sidetracked by what your father might have known." Hotch reminded him. "We have to work these disappearances as if they don't have anything to do with Mason Parker or we might miss something."

The team had gathered at the large conference table. Reid faced a bank of sparkling clean windows that showed the strip, blue sky and white clouds in the afternoon sun. Someone had put tinted windows in to keep the intensity of the desert light to a minimum. What if his father and Detective Hyde were somewhere out in that sun… staked down like a couple of outlaws in an old western?

"Reid?"

"Sorry Hotch…"

"What did you find at your father's home?"

"We didn't find anything out of place. If someone was looking for the files he had, they did a good job of tossing the place without leaving any signs."

"Alright… Let's start over and talk about these two victims. What do they have in common?"

"They're around the same age. They live alone and they're both involved in the cover up of a murder." Morgan said.

"If we didn't have the connection of the cover up," Hotch asked. "Would we connect them to the same kidnapper?"

"No," Emily said. "They're different physical types. William Reid is a lawyer. Detective Hyde is a cop. Hyde doesn't have a family. William Reid has a family even if that family is estranged. They have different educational backgrounds. They're middle aged men working toward retirement."

"The motive isn't sexual," Morgan, said, "There's a mission and it's most likely related to the death of Riley Jenkins."

"Maybe we should go talk to Riley's father." Emily proposed.

"That's a good idea." Hotch said. "Garcia…"

"Mr. Jenkins's been a guest of the State of Nevada since his trial six months ago. The DA decided to make a deal with him rather than go to trial. He felt that the sympathy factor because of his son would affect the jury. The DA pled him down to voluntary manslaughter. He's got three years left on his sentence then he faces five years probation after his release."

"Emily… You and I will go to see him." Hotch said.

"What do you want Rossi and me to do?" Morgan asked.

"Go back to William Reid's law firm and talk to the partners. Then we need to have a sit down with Captain Pemberton and his men about detective Hyde."

Reid flipped through the photographs the federal CSI team had taken at his father's home. He looked for anything that might jog something out of his mind to help Garcia. He flipped past photos of his father's bookcase in the living room when something nibbled at his memory. It was the photo album and how he had seen it pulled out from the rest of the books.

"Garcia!"

"Yes baby cakes."

"I know the password for my father's files."