Morgan drove like a madman on the roads up to Anderson. Hotch sat next to him holding the phone so they could all hear Penelope.

"If his life were a book, the title of it would be 'how to create a serial killer'." Garcia said as a chill ran down her spine. Reid and Rossi leaned forward to hear her better.

"His mother, Ethel Frohman, died in childbirth and his father, Joshua Perry Sr., blamed him for her death. He went on one long drinking binge and always wound up beating the crap out young Joshua. He was in and out of hospitals until he was fourteen, when his uncle came and took him in. After that he seems to have a semi normal life. Went to college, married his dream girl, the whole kit n' caboodle. When his father died, he received a substantial settlement; turns out he died of asbestos from working in the shipyards in Monterey. His wife, Ellen Watts, was a career woman to say the least. She was a reporter for one of the bigger news stations in the area. She also volunteered so much that I'm not even sure how she slept. The woman was a serious activist."

"What else did you find, Garcia?"

"Well, it turns out that the seemingly happy couple had a lot of problems. They fought a lot, and according to card records, he liked to drink as much as his father did. Ooh, boy this is hinky. Two years ago a 911 call was placed by a friend of Ellen's. She said that they had gotten in a huge argument when she tried to leave him. According to her friend, Ellen found out she was pregnant and was afraid to have her child in the same house with Joshua. He begged Ellen to stay; said that he couldn't live without her. She still left with the friend who was picking her up, at which time he threw a bottle of Vodka at the car and shouted quote 'You're nothing, whore. I'll teach you your place. Shortly after Ellen went missing, and has not been seen or heard from since."

"And Douglas didn't think we needed to know this?" Morgan stated as he rounded a sharp turn. The thought of Emily dying was just too much to bear.

"Douglas had the records sealed and made sure that all the officers who were involved or even knew about it were removed."

"Removed how, Garcia?" Rossi asked.

"Some were shuffled around to other precincts, a few others were given early retirement."

"So he knew what his nephew was the whole time, and didn't think to stop it." Reid said in shock.

"It doesn't make sense; why would he ask for our help if he knew Joshua was the killer the whole time?" Morgan said.

"He didn't. The Mayor and the City Council were the ones who requested our help. Perry was trying to help us without revealing his involvement." Hotch stated.

"He probably has been trying to find a way to take Joshua in for years without raising suspicion to himself." Rossi added.

"Then why would he have buried the police report in the first place?" Reid asked.

"What would anyone do for the ones they love?" Rossi answered. Morgan's knuckles were white as he clenched the steering wheel. The speedometer kept rising: 70. . 80. . 90.

"Derek slow down." Hotch demanded

"If we don't get to her soon Hotch he'll kill her!" He responded.

"We'll be no help to her if we're dead." Morgan slowed the car down to 70 and kept it there. They wound the car up the dark back road that led to Joshua's secluded home.