Garcia typed furiously on her keyboard, looking into everything she could think of to connect the hospital to their earlier profile. Finding out that Hope and Faith Medical Institute was the base of operations for the Cult of Seals had come as a bit of a shock. All of their earlier discoveries pointed to a religious group that possibly housed practitioners at a church. They'd been looking for a commune or a type of nunnery. Their thoughts were so far from a hospital that Garcia hadn't thought to check for one. This time, though, she delved into the hospital's past with ferocity, looking for something—anything—that could lead them to their Unsub.
Twenty years ago, the building that was now a private medial institute used to be a psychiatric facility run by a Dr. Herbert Mendez. Dr. Mendez and his wife currently resided out of the country so Garcia checked them off of the list for now. She wanted to concentrate her efforts domestically. She suspected Dean was still in-house and, until it was proven otherwise, she would do her best to focus on Idaho and its surrounding areas.
After a reporter exposed the decrepit state of the hospital, the Glennan Bratwood Psychiatric Facility lost all of its funding. The board of directors dispersed, the patients were transferred, the doctors fired, and Dr. Mendez and his wife went bankrupt. Trying to salvage some of their losses, the property was put on the market and sold to one Carver Edlund—formerly known as Charles Shurley, having changed his name just after his eighteenth birthday. Edlund's juvenile record was sealed and Garcia worked at it until everything was splayed out in front of her. The word 'illegal' had never really made much difference to her. Now that Dean was at stake, she completely rid the word from her vocabulary, not caring what she had to do to get him back.
Shurley—Edlund—grew up in foster care, shuffling from one house to the next until he ended up in Nampa, living with two foster parents, Mary and Joseph Cathedra. Social workers reported that the family was devoutly Catholic and that Shurley was homeschooled. From report cards and his interview notes, she knew he was smart and resourceful, knowing several languages including Latin and Greek.
Garcia flagged that and continued reading. She assumed that Enochian was also on his list of known languages.
After he turned eighteen, Shurley changed his name to Carver Edlund for reasons unknown and received a scholarship to the University of California in Los Angeles where he held a double major in both theology and cultural anthropology. He graduated at twenty-six with a Masters in the former and a PhD in the latter before adopting a son, Adam Milligan. Shurley moved from California back to his original home in Idaho following the death of his foster parents when Adam was thirteen. Other than a hefty donation to their local church, the Cathedras' living will and testament left everything to Edlund, including his current residence in Nampa.
A few more taps on the keyboard and the name of the church appeared on her screen: Saint Teresa's Parish, just ten miles from Hope and Faith. Garcia flagged the church and set a background program to run checks on the available list of parishioners. Both Edlund and his son, Adam, appeared on this list and Garcia saw that as a good sign.
After Adam graduated from medical school, he and his father sought funding from various religious groups and fundraisers to open a private hospital. Edlund purchased the Glennan Bratwood Psychiatric Facility and it was immediately remodeled and branded with the name Hope and Faith Medical Institute, a private hospital dedicated mainly to those of the Catholic faith.
That was where Edlund's trail went cold, but Garcia already had enough to keep going. She cross referenced the list of parishioners with the list of Hope and Faith's benefactors and came up with one name: Zachariah Fuller.
Fuller owned a small chain of hotels and was, according to the large donations to both Hope and Faith and Saint Teresa's, a devout Catholic man. Garcia checked into the hotels and located one just three blocks from the hospital. She bypassed the hotel's firewall and skimmed the guest list. She noted something strange about the east wing. The whole section was marked 'permanent residences.'
They'd found their commune.
Bringing all of the flagged material to the forefront of her screens, Garcia dialed Hotch's number, intent on blowing this case wide open.