A/N: Hello Reiders! So quick note. This is the second out of third part of Alex's personal chapter:] Next one is going to be action packed because, well, you'll obviously see. I put Alex's outfit for this and the past chapter on polyvore. Also, I forgot to write this last chapter, Caleb Kennedy is portrayed by Nick Blood! Plz review and gimme some lovin!

Steam tumbled out of the bathroom door as Alex walked out wrapped tightly in a towel. She sashayed over to the mirror and released her dry hair out of its bun, letting it tumble onto her bare back. She stared in the mirror, first at her reflection and then the bed behind her. It taunted her, ever so often provoking her to just crawl back into it. Though the hotel bed had been more than comfortable, Alex found herself awake most of the night. Thoughts of Caleb and their lack of father had plagued her till all hours. She had tossed and turned, paced the room…nothing had seemed to work. After finally falling asleep out of sheer exhaustion, Alex woke up a little after six with a whole 15 seconds of bliss. It didn't take long for her to remember where she was. And with that, the other hour she had to sleep disappeared down the drain. After realization hit her she wasn't falling back asleep, she had gotten up to get ready for the work day.

After throwing on her clothes and making herself look as if she hadn't spent the night aimlessly staring at the ceiling, she slipped out the room. She opened the door and quickly slid her credit card, room key, and phone into the pocket of her olive jacket.

"Hey." Alex surprisingly looked up, not expecting for any other agent to be up this early. Reid had been walking down the hallway and was happening to pass her room at what seemed like perfect timing. "What are you doing up so early?" He wondered.

"I could ask you the same thing." She replied, shutting the door behind her and jiggling the handle to assure it was locked. She discreetly gazed over Reid's face, wondering if he had gotten any sleep himself last night. The permanent dark circles under his eyes made it almost impossible to tell.

"I always wake up early." Reid stated, his hands fiddling around in the pocket of his cardigan.

"I'll never understand you morning people." Alex stifled a yawn.

"Being a morning is really just a state of mind. Some scientists think that it's written in your DNA but it's really just your chronotypes and bodily clock convincing you otherwise." Reid paused. "But since you're not a morning person, what are you doing up?"

"Figured I had to get up eventually." She shrugged. She knew deep down Reid figured she had trouble sleeping last night. "Where are you off to? Coffee run?"

"Of course."

"Perfect." She grinned. "You're coming with me then."

Finally finding a parking spot some ways down from the coffee shop, Alex pulled the large SUV into one of the few angled parking spots that lined the shopping area of downtown Summit. The usual, busy morning crowd flocked to surrounding bagel shops, post boxes, dry cleaners, and of course, Expresso's—the towns most underrated coffee shop. Alex hopped out of the car and found herself walking down the sidewalk, Reid in step beside her. She took a deep breath in of the crisp, icy air. It smelt different than that of Quantico or D.C. It smelled like…home. It was the only way she could describe it. Alex shoved her hands into the pocket of her jacket to shield herself from the cold as Reid looked around at the storefronts while they continued forward.

"So," He cleared his throat, "which of the six coffee shops we passed on the way here are we going to?"

"Expresso's." Alex informed, Reid quickly replied with a chuckle. "What?"

"They named the shop Expresso's?"

"Hey, they don't get awarded for the creativity. Just the coffee."

"Duly noted. If they're that good let's hope there's not a long line."

"We're only a quarter mile from the station so we've got plenty of time." A silence fell over the two as they continued to walk. Alex noted Reid continuing to take in his surroundings.

"Homey, right?" She mused, refraining from letting the reminiscent memories get the best of her.

"Very. Charming, really."

"It's beautiful at night. They have little lights hanging everywhere…at least they used to. But hell, that was years ago." Reid could tell that she didn't allowed herself to self indulge in the past. It was something she wanted to forget about by the looks of her body language.

"So, how, um, how are you feeling?" Reid finally had the courage to ask. Alex shrugged, thinking about how to answer.

"I'm fine."

"Is that the truth or just something you're saying to get out of talking about it?"

"You're the profiler, you tell me." The two finally reached Expresso's. Reid opened the door, letting Alex and then himself step through. Immediately, the welcoming smell of ground coffee beans wafted up Alex's nostrils. It was refreshing and savory, and it made her stomach growl. The line was only halfway to the door, which wasn't as bad as Alex had initially thought. In the mean time, her eyes darted around the shop, wondering how much had changed since her last visit. The walls were still done in a burnt burgundy brick and a dark chocolate, and they still laid bare of any pictures or signs. Several customers that weren't in any hurry with their morning sat at the tables and couches spread across the store. Each sipped on their white mugs and read books or overviewed paperwork—doing their casual morning routines. It reminded Alex of her high school days, where she'd come to the shop after school and finish up her homework. Alex looked up to the menus that hung from the ceilings above the cash registers. New items were peppered in with familiar listings. From there, she eyed the display of freshly baked pastries, wondering if she should splurge since it was going to be yet another long day, with probably very little time for food.

"This is a really nice place!" Reid commented, dropping any initiative conversation he was going to strike up involving Caleb.

"Told you you'd like it." Alex genuinely flashed a toothy smile, which was relieving for Reid.

"It beats my place back at home."

"Where do you go?"

"A small café called Renders. It's right by my apartment."

"Which is where?"

"Forest Hills area."

"Really?" She exclaimed. "You're not even that far from me!"

"Thirteen minutes." He replied. Alex quietly chucked, of course he knew the exact time.

"I didn't realize you were so close. I'll have to try out your area of town one morning."

"Yeah. Yeah, just let me know. I wont take the metro that day." Reid casually replied.

"Metro? Do yo…" Alex paused as the people in front of the moved up as the male cashier called next. She looked at the barista managing the register, seeing how familiar his face looked even underneath his cap. Reid followed her gaze. "It completely slipped my mind Joe worked here." She groaned. Her eyes squinted to read the name tag pinned on his apron, slightly hoping it was just someone who looked like him. It was definitely Joe Campos. Joe looked up to greet his customers, but instead his eyes fell on Alex and Reid. His lips, once a welcoming smile, dropped into a scowl. His jaw squared, his body tensed immensely. He reached over to the barista passing him, mumbling a quick excuse, and then leaving his station to disappear into the back.

"Whether he committed the murders or not, he looks guilty of something." Reid acknowledged.

"That or he thinks we're stalking him."

"We did sit outside his home last night." Reid reminded. So technically, they were.

"Yup, he's totally going to say we're stalking him." Alex believed, her lips flatting into a line.

"Next!" Another cashier called, having the two agents step forward. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have a small French vanilla roast with cream anddd—" Alex hesitantly looked to the pastry display with it's appetizing items. She felt pressured to choose as seconds ticked by "and a blueberry muffin."

"Anything else?"

"I'll have a medium black coffee and a cinnamon roll." Reid said.

"Alright, that'll be $7.84. For here or to go?"

"For here." Alex informed, digging the credit card out of her pocket. As she went to hand the shiny blue card to the cashier, Reid was already handing her cash. "What are you doing?"

"Paying." Reid simply answered.

"And what's the name for the order?" The cashier interrupted as she grabbed the money.

"Spencer." He quickly answered.

"No, I mean why are you paying? I've got my card on me." Alex interjected just as the cashier was thanking them.

"It's my treat."

"I'm more than capable of paying." Alex reminded with a sigh. She mentally noted to herself to slip Reid a five later that day.

"I'm aware. You can next time." Reid paused. "I mean, if…"

"Yes. Deal." She laughed as they headed over to the pick up area.

"I really can't get over how good this place smells." Reid mused, continuing to look around again.

"I'd hate to admit it, but I'm a bit of a coffee snob. Once I tasted this place, Starbucks lost me forever."

"Coffee snob, huh?"

"No judging Mr. I'll-have-a-side-of-coffee-with-my-ten-sugars." Alex waved a finger.

"We're going to play that game." Now it was Reid's crack his partner a toothy smile.

"Yes, but I do admire you having such a sweet tooth. I've never seen a grown man throw down as much sugar as you do, I'll admit that."

"It's a special talent."

"Apparently just one of your many." Alex chuckled. Inside his cardigan, Reid's phone began beeping while inside Alex's began vibrating in her jacket pocket. The two looked at each other with minor suspicion before pulling out their phones and opening the text message from Hotch.

Another body's been found. Station in fifteen.

Alex's visible smile fell, much like her heart did into her stomach. Another girl had been killed overnight. She could instantly feel Reid's gaze fall on her, yet she refused to look up from reading the message.

"Order for Spencer!" One of the male barista's called as they pushed out white coffee mugs and pastry filled plates. Alex heavily sighed, pushing her phone back into it's pocket.

"We're going to need that to go." Alex corrected, the bartender nodding in acknowledgment.

"Allison Carter. Twenty-three years old. Maintenance man found her when he was turning off a water pump." JJ informed as they stood over the body of the brunette. The team stood out back of a tall apartment building. It was a classy area of town, it surprised Alex for the body to be found here. Then again, everywhere else had been too. There was a bullet wound smack dab in the middle of the victim's forehead. The skin around her once pale neck was a fusion of blue and purple. She had been stabbed above the heart. There was a hole in the girl's dress where a knife had previously been. Blood had poured out of the wound and stained her formerly beautiful dress.

"Huh." Reid intriguingly sounded, "he stabbed her right around the heart in an artery that specifically wouldn't kill her."

"How thoughtful." Alex muttered.

"Looks like she put up a fair fight. There's scratching on her arms. A bruise on her knee." Rossi noted.

"Any clue of the time of death?" Alex asked the female detective.

"Coroner's office only took a quick look. But based on lividity about three hours ago." Three hours too late, Alex thought. George, who had been previously talking to the maintenance man, walked over looking more stressed than he had the previous day.

"The unsub could have dumped her anytime between three thirty and six. Maintenance got a complaint about low water pressure. He didn't check it out till about an hour ago. Said one of the valves had been loosened."

"He loosened the valve?" Rossi repeated. "Guess he wanted to make sure she was found."

"Probably trying to show off that he's still killing while the FBI's in town." Alex input.

"He's doing a damn good job of it." George scoffed.

Alex found herself back at the station with a growing headache. She sipped on her coffee, which now diminished to the bottom of the cup. Regretfully, she wished she'd ordered a large. Allison Carter marked six girls dead. Six. Six more than there should have been. And it was also six less leads the BAU had on whoever the unsub was.

Alex hovered over a free desk that had once belonged to her dad. She figured they never filled it after his passing. Now, it was filled with files regarding each murdered girl's whereabouts and life story over the past seven months. Pictures of the victims were peppered in along with heartbreaking statements from friends or family members who had seen them last. Alex flipped through another page of paperwork, her fingers going back up to massage her temple.

The unsub was messy when it came to the dumping sight and picking his victims. Yet when it came to making sure not a trace of him was left over, he was meticulous. How he got around without being seen while dropping dead girls around the city made Alex question her ability as a profiler. Was he just that good or were they missing something? Hell, he was taking these girls and wasn't even being seen. He might as well have been invisible. Snatching her phone from the sea of papers, Alex tapped on Garcia's contact name and dialed her number.

"House of all that is good and glittery, Princess Penelope at your service. How may I help you today my sweetness?"

"Hey. I know those initial searches you ran seeing if there was an overlapping charge to any of the places the victims visited came up with nothing, but I wanted to see how the rest of it was doing."

"Yes, yes. So far I have found nothing. Zip. Nada. No strange activities in anything from the girls account, or anyone in VICAP within fifty miles. Actually, no, no, that's not true."

"Did you find something?"

"The only overlap between all our victims is that they attended your alma matter, Summit High School. Go Hilltoppers."

"Maybe a teacher?"

"Older student?" Garcia suggested.

"I don't know, but let's look into it."

"Of course my little crime fighting angel. Garcia out!" And with that, Garcia hung up. Alex slid her phone back on the desk and began sorting the papers into piles—specifically categorizing them under each girl's respective name. After finishing, she grabbed each file and took it into the room SPD had assigned the BAU. Reid stood at the white board jotting down notes while Morgan and JJ were overviewing files at the table.

"Each of the girls went to Summit High School so I'm having Garcia do a check on any teachers or students that were there when all six of them managed to be."

"With our oldest victim being at 27 and our youngest being 17, that would leave a ten-year time difference. We should probably look at teachers, maybe coaches, that have been there for a while. Looking at students would mean the unsub knows each of his victims at some point, and each student is there for a prospective of four years—meaning it's just not possible unless he was held back for five years." Reid thought.

"That's something that would stand out." JJ huffed.

"What about junior high?" Morgan wondered. "Could have moved onto the same high school."

"There's only one middle school in the town and two high schools. So, the unsub would have been at most 14 years old to know Jennifer Price, but that also does make him too old to know Claire Chatham." Alex blinked twice, trying to have Reid's mathematical summary of the girl's ages to enter her brain.

"I didn't understand half of that but got it. Stick to the teachers." She said, grabbing Joe Campos' file from the table. She walked out of the room and straight through the station to George's office. She peaked through the door, seeing George set back in his chair while speaking on the phone. Alex knocked her knuckles softly against the door, admiring the gold 'Detective Barwell' plate stuck on the door. George motioned for her to come in.

"Got it, thanks a lot. Bye." He hung up the phone and looked up to Alex with a stiff smile on his face.

"Problem?"

"As many as there can be for six murders in such a small town." He sighed. "What can I do for you, Al?"

"I saw Joe Campos at Expresso's this morning. And if I didn't say he looked guilty I'd be lying."

"My officers didn't see anything suspicious last night. I didn't see anything when I was out there. The kid didn't leave his house." Alex groaned, running her free hand over her face.

"Why look guilty then?"

"Can't tell you. There might be something there that doesn't involve the murders because he definitely wasn't out when Allison Carter was killed last night."

"Back to square one." Alex disappointingly shook her head and sat herself on the arm of one of the chairs. "So, who's giving you problems now?" She motioned to the landline on George's desk.

"It was just the M.E's office making sure I got the fax for Agent Hotchner."

"About Allison Carter?"

"Yeah. Confirming the same motive as the other girls and the T.O.D."

"When was it?"

"About four thirty this morning." George informed with a heavy sigh. Alex drummed her fingers against the wooden arm rest she sat on. Her eyes looked over George's desk, noting the calendar with the day of the week in big, bold letters.

"So Allison was killed at four thirty this morning and it's Tuesday."

"Yes…" George confirmed, wondering where she was going with the information.

"When I talked to Joe Campos he told me that he works every Tuesday and Thursday. He gets in at five fifteen for his morning shift."

"Back to Campos? Alex I hate to admit it, but you're beating a dead horse, kid. What's the point?"

"Allison may have been killed at four thirty, but the unsub might not have ditched her till a little bit after that. You know, kind of hung out with the body a little and then let her go?"

"You're losing me, Al."

"The point is, is not a ton of people are out that early in the morning. Joe Campos might have seen something."

"He already said he knew nothing."

"He might not even know he saw it. Or, maybe he did and he was somewhere he shouldn't have been." George thought about Alex's proposal for a few moments. To her relief, he began nodding his head.

"Should we call him in?"

"What am I doing back here? I haven't even done anything wrong." Joe Campos grumbled as he spitefully glared from Alex to Hotch.

"Yes. We're aware." Hotch dryly stated.

"So why the hell am I back here?"

"There was another murder this morning, Mr. Campos."

"I'm fully aware. I have a TV." He rebutted. Alex opened her copy of Joe's file and flipped to the notes she made in her last interview with him.

"Joe, you told me last time you were here you work the morning shifts Tuesday and Thursdays at Expresso's."

"What, are you trying to say I wasn't there this morning? You were there with your friend!"

"Yes, I'm fully aware. I do have a brain." She mocked. Joe's thick brows formed a line.

"Then what?"

"Then, you need to tell us exactly what you saw the morning you found Jennifer Price's body. Without leaving the smallest details out." Joe shivered under Hotch's harsh gaze. Alex noticed him gritting his teeth.

"You get to work at five fifteen. Not a lot of people are out that early and I'm sure you know that since you've been doing this job for a hell of a long time." Alex walked forward and slapped his file onto the table. "You've got to tell us if you saw anything." Joe was quick to avoid both agent's gazes.

"Sometimes before work I go out front and light up a joint. Kind of make those early mornings easier, you know?" Joe looked to Alex in hopes she'd understand more than Hotch.

"No." Alex replied, deadpan.

"I was in the back setting up, but I decided to light up earlier than usual. I went outside to smoke and saw a car driving away. Tires screeched so it caught my attention. I found Jen a few minutes later."

"And you didn't tell anyone about this because you were afraid we were going to take your stash? You're kidding me, right?" Hotch eyed Alex.

"Please don't tell my boss. Or my parents." He urged. "I can't afford to get in trouble."

"But you could afford to have another girl get killed." Alex scoffed.

"Kennedy." Hotch reprimanded, urging her to take a breather. She shut her mouth, continuing her fuming from the inside.

"I think I saw the same car passing by this morning too when I was opening up." Joe admitted.

"What kind of car?" Hotch immediately asked.

"A dark Ford sedan. Couldn't give you the plates or anything, wasn't paying attention." Hotch nodded and stood up from his chair, grabbing the files from the table.

"Thank you for your time." The two agents walked out side by side. "I know you're frustrated but you can't put blame on a witness." Hotch stated.

"Sorry." Alex apologized, avoiding Hotch's gaze.

"I told you if you wanted to be taken off this case, I understand. You have to let me—"

"Hotch I promise I can handle it. I'll cool down. I'll keep my mouth shut, I'm sorry."

"Fine. It's time to deliver the profile."

The entire police department of Summit packed the station as they listened to Hotch and the team members deliver the profile on their towns terrorizer. Alex kept quiet, just as she promised Hotch, so she could cool down. She was embarrassed to say the least. Having her boss tell her she did something wrong was almost humiliating. She hated getting reprimanded almost as much as she hated being back in town. But, sadly enough, she knew he was right. Alex posted up against a wall as the rest of the team gave insight about the maniac murderer on the loose. Hotch explained that the unsub was a white male, ranging from his mid thirties to early fifties. Fit, and about 5'10 to 5'11 in build. Morgan explained that the guy was a sexual sadist, and that he took pleasure in torturing his victims since he would strangle, stab, and shoot the girls. In that order. He explained the strangling was to subdue them, and the stabbing was for his own gratification. He chose areas to stab that wouldn't be enough to kill the girls, just enough for them to endure torture and a high level of pain. Reid was next, informing the department because of the times the victims were abducted and dropped, the unsub had a day job. And because all the victims went to Summit High School together, there was a high possibility the unsub was a staff member there. Rossi warned that the girls were taken from suburban areas when there wasn't a lot of people around. Subsequently, Hotch spoke again and warned the officers to be careful. He believed that if the officers saw anything strange, a hair out of place, that they should be vigilant in looking into it. In the mean time, JJ was preparing George for a news conference to brief the community. He and his boss decided it would be best if a curfew was set in place. They hoped there would be less murders with it in place. The meeting broke up and everyone went their own which way. Everyone except Alex.

"A new neighbor, huh?" Rossi questioned as him and Morgan went off on their own conversation.

"And the looks on this one Rossi." Morgan marveled.

"Molto bello. I can imagine. Are you going to ask her out or what? Admiring from afar isn't going to do much."

"Who do you think you're talking to, Reid? Of course." Morgan threw back his head in a fit of laughter.

"Good, take…Kennedy? You alright? You look lost in translation." Rossi wondered as he and Morgan were passing by. Alex snapped out of her day dream thoughts.

"I'm fine."

"Is this about the interview with Campos?" Morgan wondered.

"No, I just want to catch the unsub and get out of here." She mumbled before brushing past the two and slipping away to the BAU's assigned room.

Alex had slowly begun to understand what it felt like to have ones' brain explode. While Morgan and JJ had gone off to the M.E, the rest of the team worked on the geographical profile and other interviews from the room they were given. Everyone, except Alex.

Again.

She sat the same empty desk that was once her dads, piles of assorted papers awaiting her. She leaned herself back in the rolling chair, facing out at the office. If she looked at another pile, she'd puke. Alex wasn't sure why the job hadn't been assigned to Reid since he was a master in getting through all things incredibly boring and tedious. She lost count of how many hours it had been, how many pages she had flipped through. She promised herself that after this list she'd take a short break.

Garcia had sent over a hefty list of almost every one of the male teachers and staff member that belonged to the high school. Along with that, a basic profile and class list of each teacher. Sadly, for Alex, that wasn't even the end of it. Garcia still had yet to send over a list of substitute teachers, which she had to get from the school itself. Alex found it shocking the school had to manually compile a list of substitutes and what classes they were in for. Were computers not a thing in Summit?

The sharpie squeaked as Alex drew a thick black line through the name of another man. She tapped the sharpie against the paper as she decided to rule out anyone she personally knew no way could be the unsub. Mr. McDorman? No, definitely not. He was ten years too old. She continued reviewing the list. And she had planned to continue doing just that until a pair of legs stopped right in front of her. For the first time in hours, she looked up from the sheets of paper she held in her hands. Caleb stood before her, placing a coffee cup from Expresso's on the desk. No doubt, she rose a brow at the gesture.

"What, did you poison it?" Alex asked, deadpan. The hopeful smile he wore dropped.

"No. It's fresh coffee." He sighed.

"Lovely." She flatly exclaimed, ignoring the coffee and going back to her paperwork. Caleb ran his hands over his face. He loudly exhaled, attempting to refrain himself from screaming and shaking his sister by the shoulders.

"I'm trying to make an effort, Alex." He calmly gritted through his teeth. Alex kept her eyes glued on Mr. Gerald Reynolds: her old science teacher. She vowed to continue giving Caleb the cold shoulder so he'd disappear. And if she had to glue her own eyes to the paper she would.

"Thanks for the try, Caleb." She mimicked. As much as she wanted to dive herself back into the endless list of names, she couldn't focus while Caleb was hovering in front of her. Moments past and Caleb didn't budge from his spot.

"Why are you still standing here?" Caleb groaned loudly, noticeably frustrated much to his sister's benefit.

"Do you really hate me that much?" He scoffed. Alex peaked up, raising a brow and silently wondering if he was really asking the obvious.

"You know, with that giant forehead of yours you'd think there'd be more brain in there." Her eyes flickered back down to the dozens of names. Caleb silently grumbled.

"I'm just trying to be a better brother okay?"

"It's not working." She admitted, flipping another page. She gave up, finally looking up to her brother for good. "What are you even doing here, anyways?"

"I came to talk to George."

"About?"

"The weather. What do you think?" Alex was surprised Caleb had begun to give her sass. She was the only one allowed to do that right now, he was in no position. Alex slapped her packet shut.

"You're seriously trying to get information about this case out of George? Go home."

"I want to help; I need to help catch him. This guy killed another girl last night!" Alex stood up from her chair while Caleb failed to prove himself.

"And it's literally zero—zero—of your concern." She emphasized.

"It is when it concerns the safety of people in this town!"

"You are not dad, Caleb. You are not the police." Alex reminded, slamming the list on top of another file. She could already feel her anger going through the roof. It was something that happened often when Caleb was around. "You're going to hurt yourself playing vigilante. Let us and everyone else in this station do their jobs. Stay out of this."

"Please Al," Caleb sighed. "Don't make me make you promises I can't keep." Alex's eyes narrowed while she glared at Caleb. Her head shook in disbelief.

"Your level of stupid is astounding sometimes." She noted. Caleb frowned and Alex replied with the roll of her eyes.

"Alex, come on." Caleb urged. She snatched a different packet containing a different list of names and walked past her irritated brother. She immediately noticed Reid, who was stationed at the printer nearby while he received the latest files from the school. At first, she wondered if he had tapped in on her and Caleb's conversation. But in truth, she was too annoyed to care at the moment.

"Take over for five." She pushed the packet at Reid and continued on without another word. Alex pushed out the doors that lead to the lobby, her mind swirling with anger for her brother. He wasn't a cop; he'd just make the entire investigator more complicated by helping. He was already making Alex's entire life more complicated by just breathing in her presence.

"Just who I was looking for." Rossi caught up beside Alex. "You look like you need a bite to eat. Why don't we go for a few minutes?"

"I think I just need some air, Rossi. Not food." Alex disagreed.

"Excuse me?" A frail young woman approached the two. Alex quickly skimmed over the dirty blonde. She looked wrecked—as if she hadn't slept for days. Her hazel eyes were bloodshot, the tan skin of her cheeks puffy and colorless. She clung to the peacoat she wore for dear life. "Is Agent Morgan here?"

"Uh, no. He's out. Is there anything we can do?" Alex finally recognized the girl to be Gail Underwood—Kerri Hudgins' best friend. She had been with the victim the night she disappeared.

"Agent Morgan interviewed me about the night Kerri disappeared. I've, I've been thinking over and over about it and there was a man there who bought us drinks. He was older…fifties I guess. I can't tell you who he was, but he bought them with cash." Gail informed. Rossi and Alex looked to each other.

"That would make sense why he didn't show up on any of Garcia's lists."