The warehouse space George Wyatt rented proved to be one unit in a long, low building of identical rental spaces, located within a small complex of similar buildings. As Hotch drove slowly by, it appeared that no one was currently visiting any of the units in the building in question.

Hotch turned the SUV around and pulled over to the curb across the street from the complex.

"What now?" Blake asked from the back seat.

"We wait for back-up," Hotch replied. "I have already called and they are on their way."

Rossi leaned forward in order to get a better view. "It looks like no one is home," he observed. "Maybe we should go into the rental office and see what they can tell us."

"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Blake added.

"You're right," Hotch agreed with both of them. "However, I'm going over there by myself. If George Wyatt is in the area, we don't want to risk calling attention to ourselves."

As they watched Hotch walk towards the office, Blake spoke to Rossi. "I just want to check," she said. "You still 'know people' don't you?"

Rossi just smirked.

"The complex manager definitely knows who George Wyatt is," Hotch reported when he returned to the SUV. "He always pays his rent on time, but he always pays it in cash. The manager thinks it has been at least a week if not more since he last visited his unit."

"Another thing," Hotch continued. "When several of the units flooded last August, they had to empty them out. At that time the manager noticed that, beside the supplies for his business, Mr. Wyatt had some questionable items in his unit."

"Such as?" Blake asked.

"Several stun guns, plus their chargers, for a starter," Hotch told her. "He also said it appeared that at one time the unit had been booby trapped."

"Paranoid personality," Rossi observed.

"Looks like our reinforcements are here," Blake pointed to several black vans approaching their location. "Let's get this underway!"

The warehouse, like the apartment, provided no clues as to where George Wyatt was or where he could be holding the women. Looking at the dust on the stacked cases of sodas and snacks, Hotch was willing to bet it had been several weeks since anyone had been there.

"What now?" Rossi asked, watching the SWAT team as it packed up to leave.

"A better question is - What do we tell Reid?" was Blake's comment.