Chapter 48

"Hotch, we've got a name," reported Spencer over the phone. "Preston Miller."

Events unfolded quickly after that. Preston Miller had hacked into the Speedway information system and given himself high-level clearance to Buzz Harley's pit. He was carrying a gun when Rossi arrested him: same make and model used to murder all three victims. It would be a slam dunk for the prosecution.

"They got him, Reid. We did it," said Morgan relieved. "Hotch said we don't have to hurry back. The team is wrapping up the case with the Daytona PD."

"He's probably worried that you'll kill us in that car," laughed Spencer.

"There's nothing to worry about," assured Morgan. "That's a high performance vehicle."

"Yeah, but I would feel a lot safer with a high performance driver."

"Touché, Pretty Boy. Come on, let's go."

"Um, I'm not leaving just yet, Morgan. But you go ahead. We'll meet at the hotel.''

"What do you mean you're not coming? Where are you going?" And then Morgan realized how close they were to Naples. "No! You're not going over there."

"I'm not?" asked Spencer defiantly.

"Reid, listen to me. You know that Detective is all over you. She probably knows exactly where you are right now, and she's betting you can't resist the chance to go to Gregor's place."

"So what! She can bet all she likes. It's not illegal to visit an old friend."

"Spencer, just stop, okay. Not even Hotch understands how you're not in jail right now. You need to lay low, man!"

"Look, Morgan. I appreciate your concern. Really, I do. But I have to go. With or without your blessing."

Morgan stared him down and realized the kid wasn't going to budge. "Okay, but I'm going with you."