The team gathered at the police station the next morning, dialing Garcia on speakerphone.

"Good morning, you magnificent beasts! Ready to hear what the all-knowing Penelope Garcia has found for you?"

"Ready to put this jackass away is more like it," Sara grumbled over her cup of coffee.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Anyways, I've done some deep digging into our victims' lives and I found something strange. As we know, Angela Thoreau ran a daycare. But guess what? Mike Lousier's son went to said daycare. And our delivery driver, Oliver Hunter? One of his many stops was the very same daycare. Laura Ulitsch worked there before she left for college. And, you freaking guessed it, Chris Tratford was previously a janitor at said daycare."

"So, someone hates daycares, but not children? You'd think with this kind of link there would be anger towards the children." muttered Prentiss.

"Actually," Spencer interjected, bouncing his leg rapidly, "filicide is much more common- when children are killed by family members. Children make up twenty-three percent of murder victims killed by a family member as opposed to only three percent of nonfamily murder victims. This unsub's rage must be directed towards the daycare or an adult somehow involved."

"Garcia, look into any other connections through the daycare. Anyone else who had contact with all of the victims. Could be another delivery supplier, worker, anything that overlaps."

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Who runs the daycare now?"

"Actually, it looks like it's for sale. It hasn't been open since Angela's disappearance. The deed is in the name of one… Kyle Thoreau. Angela's step-father."

Spencer looked up from the files. "He's the one we haven't been able to get in touch with!"

"He listed the daycare for sale a few days after Angela's body was found. It looks like he lives in an upstairs apartment in the same building, but the sale is for the entire building."

"Shouldn't we consider him a suspect? The sale only a few days later feels suspicious to me," Sara mused.

"He could just be a grieving father, trying to move on with his life."

"If he is the unsub, he could be on a psychotic break." Morgan twirled his pen in his hands. "Maybe what started as a means to eliminate the daycare has turned into much more than he can handle."

"Garcia, what else can you find out about him? Any possible stressors?"

"Let's see… his wife died of cancer about two months ago."

"That's when the murders started."

"Felding! Quit interrupting! Anyway, the money that was supposed to be left to him somehow made its way into Angela's hands. She put it directly into the daycare for upgrades and maintenance."

"He could be angry about not receiving the money. Maybe he's taking his actions out on the business in general, starting with Angela."

Hotch stood up from the table. "Let's not jump to any conclusions, he only fits a portion of the profile. We should still be looking at other leads. Reid and Felding, head to the daycare and see if you can speak to Thoreau. We need substantial evidence before you can bring him in. Morgan and Prentiss, work with Garcia to go through the list of other potential leads. We don't want to miss anyone else that might fit."

Sara and Spencer pulled up to the daycare, noting the large for sale sign on the front line. "Well, he obviously wants to get rid of this place."

Sara knocked on the door. They could hear shuffling on the other side as they waited. Several minutes passed before the door opened a crack, a voice coming from the other side. "H-hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Thoreau? We're with the FBI and we're working on your step-daughter's case. Could we ask you a few questions?" The two held up their badges, Mr. Thoreau squinting at them.

There was a moment of hesitation before he opened the door fully, ushering them in. "Kyle. Please, have a seat. I'm so sorry I haven't been returning your calls. It's just, it's been so much. Between losing Angela and now trying to sell this daycare…"

"This was Angela's business?" Spencer glanced at the boxes of toys packed up around them.

There was a sudden flash of irritation on Kyle's face, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. "Yes, yes. It was. Until…"

"We're very sorry for your loss." Sara angled herself towards him, trying to create an atmosphere of trust. "We want to find the person who did this, and we need your help. Did you notice anyone or anything unusual in Angela's life? Anyone new?"

Kyle wrung his hands, avoiding eye contact. "No, I don't think so."

"Any detail could help us. Even the littlest thing, something you might not think is important."

Spencer stood up suddenly. "Do you mind if I take a look around the daycare? It might help us to know where the unsub found Angela or what her last whereabouts were. Seventy-nine percent of homicides are committed by someone known to the victim- friends, loved ones, acquaintances. Maybe an old boyfriend, even someone she could have met at the grocery store. Any details about Angela could help us."

"Of course."

Spencer made his way out of the front parlor and into the large room in the back, the main section of the daycare. He left Sara on the couch next to Kyle, going over a list of Angela's acquaintances.

He peeked into each of the packed boxes crowding the room and saw nothing but toys. Sifting through the open filing cabinet, he noted nothing out of the ordinary.

Spotting a glass door that led to the large backyard, Spencer pushed it open and made his way outside. The yard was littered with toys and play structures. The garage on the other side of the fence was closed, but he could see a truck through the window. Perfect for transporting bodies.

Spencer walked quickly towards a shed on the edge of the property, glancing back at the house. The door was locked, but a dusty window allowed him to see a large woodworking table and various tools hanging from the wall. A sheet covered the table but had slipped off one edge. Spencer could see blood splatter on the table and ground surrounding it. There was the evidence they needed.

Just as Spencer reached for his phone to call the team, it rang.

"Hotch, bring a warrant. We have evidence."

"Reid, it's him. Forensics matched fingerprints found at the last scene. We're on our way."

Spencer blanched. "Sara's in there."

"Get her out of there, NOW!"

A gunshot rang through the air, followed by a scream that was unmistakably Sara's.