Chapter 30

I woke the next morning and found a note next to me. I took a look; it was from George.

Rachel,
I'm afraid that I will have to leave you. Please know that I'veenjoyed our time together and I think of you as my daughter, just like you think of me as your dad. I will miss you. I'm telling you this because I know I will not come back. I will most likely die, but whatever you do, don't try to save me. You have to protect yourself.

George Foyet

He's already gone out! I have to go and find him. You don't say goodbye to your daughter figure in a note! Well, it could have been worse. It could have been a text. I picked up the letter and put it in my jacket. He must have already killed the Marshall, but I knew where he would be going. I quickly got dressed in jeans, shirt, and my jean jacket, grabbed my messenger bag and walked out.

I walked to the bus stop down the street. There were a bunch of people around, so I couldn't use my magic. I would just wait for the bus like them. Maybe I could make a run for it. I knew where I was going. I took out my cell phone and tried calling George, but he wasn't answering. A few more blocks

I finally got to the Hotchner residence. There were no cars, so Hayley wasn't there yet. That was good news. I took out my phone again, but not to call- to listen. I used my magic to hear George talking to Aaron on the phone.

"Agent Hotchner," he said.

I could hear someone else, too.

"If you touch her," Aaron warned.

"Be gentle, like I was with you. What in the hell took you so long? I was beginning to think this phone was dead or something," said George, "Why so quiet? You usually lash out when you're frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated. You're more predictable than you think. You didn't know where Hayley was so you made her come to you," I heard Aaron's voice.

"You make me sound lazy," said George, as casually as if they were discussing something on T.V..

I was used to seeing George being insane, but not like this…

"Just another way for you to show control," Aaron continued.

"Oh, that's terrible," said George.

"Your mother tried to protect you from your father, but she was weak and you hated her for that, didn't you? You decided that all women were weak," said Aaron.

"Those are your words, not mine," replied George.

"But poor George got another chance. The little orphan was saved by the wealthy couple: The Foyets. The story should have ended there," said Aaron.

"I don't believe in Fairy tales, do you?" asked George.

Yeah right. You've been with a witch for the past few weeks, I thought.

"That's the point, George. This isn't a Fairy tale. You've set yourself apart from everyone we've ever dealt with. You're not just a famous serial killer, you're The Reaper. We're gonna study you and your methods for 't got you what you wanted?" said Aaron.

The conversation was silent for a minute, and then I saw a car pull in the driveway, and I heard George's voice again.

"You know what I've been thinking? Hayley looks pretty good with dark hair. She's lost some weight; must be all the stress you caused her. Where's the little man? Oh there he is. Does he like Captain America because of you?" said George.

I heard another phone ring.

"That's your wife. Hold, please," he said to Aaron, "Hayley, open the gate and I'll drive in," said George.

"Okay," Hayley replied.

George went back to his other phone, "Aaron, I really gotta go," and ended the conversation.

I hung up my phone and ran to the driveway. Sometimes a witch has gotta do what a witch has gotta do, and this is one of those times.

I knew what I was going to do.