"Good Morning, Sir – FBI." Rossi flashed his credentials at the neatly dressed older man sitting behind the front desk in the apartment building's airy lobby. Standing slightly behind him, Blake also held up her identification.

"FBI?" the man wrinkled up his nose. "What do you want?"

"We just have some questions for you," Blake said reassuringly. "I assume you are Max?"

"Yes, Max Cohn," was the reply. "What can I help you with?"

"We are investigating the murder of Petr Fedorovish," Rossi told him. "And we understand that he used to help you out here from time to time."

"Strictly on a friend-to-friend basis," was the immediate reply. "If any money changed hands – "

"We aren't interested in any money which may or may not have changed hands," Blake quickly assured him. "What we are interested in is what areas of the building Mr. Fedorovish may have visited and whether he ever interacted with any of your tenants."

"Well, when he was filling in for me at the desk here, he would have come into contact with any of the tenants who were coming or going," Max explained. "And, as for the times he helped me with deliveries, he would have been out back on the loading dock."

"Mind if we take a look?" Rossi questioned.

"Be my guest," was the immediate reply. "Just head through that door over there." Max gestured towards a nondescript door barely visible at the back of the lobby. "I'd go with you, but I'm not supposed to leave my post."

"We can find our way," Blake assured him with a smile.

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"So, Maria Anatoly was pretty much a home body," JJ summarized as she and Morgan walked around the old world neighborhood where the woman had lived.

"According to her husband and her mother, she pretty much did all her shopping at the neighborhood stores and attended the church several streets over," Morgan added as he looked around.

"I would guess that none of these houses have changed hands in at least two generations," JJ observed. "And that means that if a stranger was in the area someone would have noticed."

"Let's walk over to the church," Morgan suggested. "Maybe we can spot something between here and there."

"What about members of the congregation?" JJ asked. "I am sure there are people who were raised in the area and moved away but who still come back for services. Particularly during the holidays."

"Baby Girl," Morgan had his cell phone out. "We need you to check on the membership of a church in this area."

"Are you sure that is legal?" Garcia worried. "Freedom of religion and all, you know."

"We're not about to interfere with anyone's freedom of worship," JJ spoke up. "We're just trying to find out who frequents this area and whether there is anyone we need to check up on."

"Okay, listing worshipers even as we speak," Garcia replied. "Name of the house of worship?"

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"So, you're originally from this area?" Hotch asked Detective Behrs as they walked out to the parking lot.

"Brighton Beach born and bred - On both sides of my family," the detective declared. "My ancestors moved in and nobody ever moved out," he ended with a chuckle.

The detective climbed into the passenger seat of the FBI SUV while Hotch slid in behind the wheel.

"You're 100% Russian, then," Hotch guessed as he started the vehicle.

"Only 50%," was the reply. "The other 50%, on my mother's side, is Polish. That's the group that originally settled around here. The Russians are a more recent addition."

"But, still, you are related to a lot of the people in the area," Hotch persisted.

"Oh, yes," was the easy reply. "And the ones I'm not related to I know because I went to school either with them or with members of their family."

"How about if you do the talking, then?" Hotch suggested as he drove towards the parking lot's exit. "While I just stand in the background and observe."

"That's probably a good idea," the detective agreed. "The people around here are much more likely to talk to someone they know."

"And, I have to say that I can't get over the feeling that I know your Dr. Reid from somewhere," he continued. "But I can't place him."

"Dr. Reid does publish a lot," Hotch replied. "Maybe you saw his picture attached to one of his articles."

"You're probably right. Now, you are going to turn right at the next corner and the trucking company is immediately on your right."