Signal Mountain Police Department

Signal Mountain, TN

Spencer Reid sat in front of the computer monitor, conversing with Garcia and Ann-Elise; Agent Hotchner had asked him to get all the information he could while he and Elle were visiting Mr. Carlson at the school.

"Hotch sends his apologies. A body was found today, might be the first victim." Ann-Elise looked ill. "What did you two find out?" Ann-Elise turned back a couple of pages on a legal pad.

"We found one play, this week, which matches the pattern. Friday night the city's performing arts school will be presenting their final performance of Antigone."

"Ok, that we deal with. You didn't find anything else this week?"

"Not this week. There are other possibilities next week." She flipped a couple of pages ahead on the pad of paper. "I can give you the list if you want it." Reid nodded. "This is so unreal."

"What?"

"This! I'm talking to you via the internet, but I can see you." Reid smiled and gave her a little wave. She laughed. "And you can see me and I'm helping the F.B.I. Unreal."

"You're doing great. Now, have you found anything in the programs and resumes?"

"Have we!" Garcia laughed. "You're going to love this."

"So, what have you found?"

"First, you have to understand that there are two main philosophies in the world of theatre. You have your theatres that are willing to share resources with other companies – anything from facilities and staff to actors and volunteers. Then you have the exclusive we-don't-play-well-with-others "professional" theatres." Ann-Elise added her own air quotes to make her point. "They usually consider themselves above everyone else and therefore not willing to lower themselves to helping others. And they usually are anything but professional."

"Let me guess, the three companies involved are the sharing type, aren't they?"

"You got it, honey-bunch." Garcia smiled as she held up several pieces of paper listing names of those with connections to theatres companies involved. "The search has been fruitful to say to the least. We've been . . . . ." She was interrupted by Reid's cell phone ringing. He apologized before answering the phone. Garcia and Ann-Elise watched as he answered the phone and quickly jotted down some information and thanked Morgan before he hung up.

"Garcia, this might be a way to make that list smaller. The T.B.I. was able to identify the style of tire from the parking lot – P215 dash 60R16. It is made for the Camry XLE."

"I'll see if anyone from the list drives a Camry and fax you the details about Antigone."

"Thanks."

Residence of the Sanchez family

Chattanooga, TN

Agents Hotchner and Greenaway had just finished talking to Lily's teacher when the coroner called and confirmed the identification of the body found that morning. They had immediately driven to the Sanchez house. After a short but painful visit with the faimly, they slowly walked back to their rental car; their job of notifying the family that their daughter was dead completed. They both got into the car and Hotchner began driving them back to the police station. Elle turned on the car's radio and found a local news station.

". . . . motorists are reminded to avoid the DOT's latest work site at the intersection of I-27 and I-24. The project is scheduled to be completed by the 31st."

"Thanks Steve for this hour's traffic report. Now back to today's headlines: according to the coroner's office the body of Lily Sanchez, the high school student who has been missing for over a month, was discovered this morning. The body was identified by dental records. Now, an un-named source has reported that the F.B.I. has been brought in on the case and they are investigating a serial killer who seems to pick his victims by the roles young women portray in plays."

Hotchner listened to the radio so intently that he momentarily forgot his was driving. Looking up, he slammed on the brakes to stop from hitting the car in front of him. Elle pulled out her cell phone as Hotchner pulled the car into the closest parking lot.

"Who released that information? Get Captain Thomas on the phone. If this came from his department . . . ." Elle had already dialed and hit send.

"Reid, we have a problem. . . . . ."