Chapter 14
(JJ's POV)
1 day gone
The first thing I saw when I woke up was the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Strangely, my head or side didn't hurt at all. They were simply numb. I sat up quickly, but that just resulted in my head feeling light and my vision blurring uncontrollably. I ignored my vision and stood up from the bed. I couldn't walk to steps before my head felt light again and my legs gave way. I broke the fall with my hands, but that didn't help the loud noise that was caused from me falling. I looked up at the door and saw Hastings come through it. He bent down to my level and carefully helped me up.
"You need to be more careful, Jareau," he said calmly. "Sit down." I quickly looked down and saw the razor still near the bed, part of it tucked away by the comforter hanging down from the bed. I slowly sat back down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Hastings grabbed a plate from the table near the door and held it out to me. I took it from him and saw there was cut up meat on the plate, along with some green vegetable. I took a bite and looked up at Hastings, who quickly exited the room and came back with a bottle of whiskey.
"Why'd you kill your own brother?" I asked slowly, my voice cracking. My vision started to focus a little more and my body felt less numb. Whatever he drugged me with was wearing off.
"He was gonna screw things up," Hastings mumbled as he took a swig of whiskey. "Also, he was a loose end. He had to be tied up sooner or later." Hastings held out the bottle, offering it to me. I almost refused, but had an idea now that the drugs were wearing off. I took the bottle from him and took a sip. The nearly pure alcohol burned my nose and my throat as it went down. He smiled a little as I handed the bottle back to him.
"Still doesn't really justify you shooting him," I said. He handed me the bottle again and I took a sip, not a large amount. I handed him the bottle and he took another large gulp. I finished my plate of food and set it next to the bed, carefully picking up the razor as I leaned down and quickly hid the sharp object under my pillow when Hastings wasn't paying attention.
/Meanwhile/
(Hotch's POV)
I turned the wheel and the car drifted to the right. My cell phone that was hooked up to the car's Bluetooth rang and I answered it after seeing Garcia was calling.
"What have you got, Garcia?" I asked.
"I did what you told me to do and checked up on 'Mitchell's' account and just an hour ago, he deposited three payments of $9,000 to one 'Brady Wallace'. I did some more digging on Brady and turns out he works with Keegan at that rum company place. And I did even more digging and what did I find? Well, I will tell you my friends. Brady owns a farm about ten miles outside of the city and just a few miles from the airport. It's private property."
"That's gotta be where they're hiding out before leaving the country," Morgan said next to me.
"So they have another partner in on all this, too," Prentiss said from the back of the car.
"Garcia, send us the address," I said quickly as I turned on the sirens of the SUV.