"Good. And you better not hames this up!" Colm warned.
Reid nodded then peeled out in the Jaguar.
Colm turned to his two bodyguards. "Is the tracker still on the Jaguar?"
"Yes, sir," he answered.
"Stay on him. Report to me when he finds our missing cargo," Colm ordered.
Reid looked at his phone to the coordinates Garcia sent him to Alex's last location. He pulled over a short distance away. He scanned the area and didn't notice anything suspicious. He got out of the car and started toward the building.
Meanwhile, Colm's men stopped even further down the street and contacted their boss.
Reid noticed a long stretch of road alongside the building and figured it was the best place to pull in a large truck carrying a shipping container. He took a few more steps then felt a crunch under his foot. He lifted his shoe and found the remnants of a cell phone and realized that must be one of his friend's.
He started steadily down the path and stopped as soon as he heard yelling. He inched closer trying to make out what they were saying.
"Of course, he's going to know you're involved!" He heard Alex yell.
"Not if you didn't do exactly what I told you." Reid could just decipher Dougal yelling back.
"I did exactly what you instructed! That's why we're here!" Alex shouted.
Reid rolled his feet from heel to toe, wanting to make as little noise as possible as he moved along the side of the building. He knew with his wife's anger; things would go sideways any moment if she weren't careful.
"Look, we did what we were told," Hotch started in an appeasing voice. "We just want to be able to get out of here."
"It's not like we would be able to go anywhere without a target on our backs," Alex clapped back. "We've been gone for far too long, and with Colm's merchandise."
"You were trying to get us caught," Morgan chimed in. "You pin it all on us, and you don't have anything to worry about."
Reid felt more at ease knowing his friends were all there and seemed to be okay.
"You've been gone too. I doubt Colm missed that fact." Alex raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"I've caught you in the act, of course," Dougal replied.
"In the act of what?" Alex took a step closer. "Finding us at your secret hideout? You know Colm knows all about this place. He's crazy, but he won't be fooled." She took another step toward him. "You have made sure that we will all be killed."
Dougal grabbed onto the hair on the top of her head, and she instinctively let out a yelp. With his other hand, he pulled out his sidearm and pointed toward Hotch and Morgan forcing them to stop in their tracks. Dougal's two men stood behind the Americans with their weapons drawn. "I will not allow you to speak to me in such a way," Dougal said close to her ear.
Alex was forced to bend to her knees as he pushed down on her head while tightening his grip. That didn't stop her from glaring up at him with revenge in her eyes.
"Do you have anything to say to me now?" He posed rhetorically.
From where she was she saw Reid peek his head from behind the wall. Her friends were too far back to notice, meaning Dougal's men were even further back. She looked up at him and forced a meek voice. "I do, actually."
Dougal was intrigued by her obstinance. "And what would that be?"
"Ezekiel 25:17," she uttered.
Hotch and Morgan looked to each other in alert while Dougal and his group tilted their heads in confusion. A moment, a heartbeat, was all it took. In unison, Morgan and Hotch swung around to surprise their captors, removed their weapons, and subdue them. Alex stood up, with great pains as hair was ripped from her scalp, and swiftly knocked the gun out of Dougal's hand while Reid rushed behind him.
Dougal understood his predicament and loosened his grip then completely let go of Alex's hair. "What the hell was that bible verse all about?"
"It's from Pulp Fiction," Reid responded as he picked up the gun from the ground and held it toward him.
Dougal slowly put his hands up in front of his chest as Reid pushed the gun into his back. "I should have known you two were in this together."
"Who said we were?" Reid then pointed the weapon to Alex. "I was sent to find out what happened to Colm's treasure, and what do I find? You all nicked it… together. So, what's this, you planning on having a hop on each other now? I need to play equalizer to this fight?"
"I don't think you understand," Dougal started. "I caught them trying to steal the cargo."
Reid recognized the container numbers then turned to Alex. "Is this the real one?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," she said.
"Save it!" Reid barked at Dougal when he tried to speak. "But what you can tell me is why. Why would you try to rip off the man you have been loyal to for so long?"
"That's what I would like to know," Colm announced. He stepped out from behind the wall Reid came from moments before. He had ten men following behind, heavily armed.
Colm steadily walked toward Dougal. His dark curly hair and his thick black trench coat made his skin appear almost white. His steely eyes stared into Dougal as if piercing his soul. He had the air of a modern vampire. He was cool and collected yet determined and full of fire. "Dougal, old friend. Please tell me why I shouldn't slice you from your nose to your bollocks and allow all of you to spill out onto the ground."
"That wouldn't be your style, I should say. You much prefer to cut a man's head clean off," Dougal replied.
Colm stopped and tilted his head with wonder. "What?" He wasn't expecting Dougal's comment and frankly wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm not a violent man," he said in an almost sing-song way.
"Is that what you call hunting people in the middle of the night? Manufacturing some fairytale?"
"Are you seriously calling me The Dullahan?" Colm asked taking a step back.
"If the shoe fits," Dougal answered.
"So, you are pinning that on me, too?" Colm's manner changed to defense. "First you say you didn't steal my crate, then you are telling me that I'm a murderer."
"Okay, I admit that I stole your statues. But that's only because I couldn't work with someone who was doing what you were doing," Dougal explained.
"Do you have no pride in your actions? At least take credit for what you've done. You've scared an entire town into believing that the spirit of The Dullahan was back!" Colm said.
"You think I'm The Dullahan?" Dougal pointed his hand to his chest.
Morgan turned to Hotch. "What's going on here?"
Hotch didn't respond and looked at the two inquisitively.
"So, let me get this straight," Alex pipped in. "Both of you believe that each other is the real Dullahan and yet both of you are denying it."
"Yes," they responded in unison.
"Which one do we believe?" She looked to Reid.
"Both of them," he responded.
Colm and Dougal turned to Reid for answers.
"Apparently everyone was so focused on the heist, no one was paying attention to the news. While Colm was with me, and Dougal with Moira, The Dullahan struck last night," Reid explained.