CHAPTER TEN

8:45am - Dr. Lattimer's house

Morgan knocked on the Lattimer's door, taking a step back off the porch. The screen door swung open slowly and a woman stepped into view. She wore a black wrap-dress that hung too loosely on her body as though she had stretched it out before putting it on. Her dirty-blonde was pushed back with a white headband, showing off the pearls that decorated her ears and neck. Her face was tight and uninviting, angry wrinkles framing her thin red mouth.

"Yes?" she said curtly.

"Mrs. Lattimer, I'm Agent Morgan and this is Agent Prentiss. We're with the FBI. We're lookin-"

"Listen, I've talked to the police already. I don't want to dwell on my late husband's death. Why won't you people let the dead rest and the living move on? You people need to leave me the hell alone!" She huffed out, clicking her heels impatiently on the wood floor.

"I know the police spoke to you already and we're not looking to drag this out Mrs. Lattimer." Prentiss said with a soft smile. "But we have reason to believe your husband was a victim of a possible serial killer in Oxford County." Prentiss paused as she saw the woman tossing around the concept in her mind.

"Fine. Come in. And it's Hannah, not Mrs. Latimer." Swinging the door open, she stepped aside and ushered them in to the townhouse. She led them into a sitting room and gestured for them to sit down in a leathered couch. Morgan looked around and fought the urge to chuckle. He felt like he had stepped into Reid's fantasy house. The far left wall was lined with dark oaken bookshelves. Each shelf held some sort of encyclopedia, each with a different colored spine. On the opposite side of the room sat a large brown leather couch that was framed by two potted ferns. On the walls were framed antique maps of the seven continents.

"Is there anyone who could possible want your husband dead? A disgruntled employee or enemy of some sorts?"

"He doesn't tell me much."

"How long has your relationship been on the rocks?" Morgan asked, throwing Hannah slightly off guard.

"Oh. Well." She sat back and frowned. "We've been separated for the last six months. But honestly our relationship was doomed from the start."

"Infidelity?" Morgan asked quietly.

"…No. Scott was in a relationship with his business." Hannah said with a frown. "I've accepted the fact that our relationship is for show; keeping up appearances. We may live in a small little community but due to his popularity of his practice we're often in the limelight."

Prentiss nodded her head, thinking to her own parent's relationship.

"Okay. Well, what about just patients? Any of them give him problems?"

"Uhm. Hold on one second." She stood up and walked over to a small desk that was pushed diagonally against a corner. "Here." She said as she passed a large file over to Morgan. "All his lawsuits and whatnot are in here. Just drop them back off when you get a chance."

"Can you think of any reason a person would want your husband dead?"

Hannah shrugged her shoulders before sitting down back at on the armchair. "Honestly, no. I mean he's a doctor, so there will always be lawsuits and angry patients but there really isn't a single person who stands out. Usually just angry letters and basic stuff like that."

"Nothing ever escalated beyond that? No one ever came directly to your house?" Prentiss asked.

"No. Even the letters went to the office."

"Do you have any of those letters?"

Hannah let out a little laugh. "No. And before you ask I have no clue where they would be. My husband rarely told me anything about his precious business. It was like pulling teeth to get any sort of information out of him. Like I said before, our relationship was a show."

"Well there must have been some affection prior to your fall out?"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, when we were like 18. But we got married and he started his own practice things in the same year. He chose to spend more time at work than with me. I was pushed to the back burner and that was that. Anything else?" Hannah ended tensely, letting Prentiss know instantly that her question was far from appreciated and that her patience was running thin.

Morgan stood up, smiling down at Hannah. motioning Prentiss to follow. "If you remember anything of importance, please call." With that the two showed themselves out.

"Well that was useless." Prentiss said as she climbed into the SUV.

Morgan started the car, pulling away from the large house. "How can you stay married to someone you obviously have no interest being around? And did you hear the hesitation in her answer about Scott's infidelity?"

"You think he's cheating on her?" Prentiss asked.

"Without a doubt. We need to call Rossi. I bet you 20 bucks that his business relationship was more intimate than Hannah's leading on."

Prentiss laughed and grabbed her phone. "You going for the stereotypical secretary-boss relationship?"

"You bet." Morgan smiled and glanced over, watching Prentiss dial her phone.

I'm telling you, you guys should be so damn proud of me :) I'm typing the next chapter and writing the one after that right now. Booyah!