Reid sat, staring at the poem. From his expression, something was clearly troubling him.
"Reid." Gideon called quietly with no response. "Something bothering you?"
"I think there might be a different, or perhaps double meaning in the poem."
"What do you mean?"
"The second half 'She sits in a window with secrets from her knight. Is is adventure that keeps him out of her sight?' My mother's favorite spot is by the window. The staff told me that she sits at a table, calls it her study, and writes in her journals and reads the letters I send her. I send her copies of the articles about our cases. She even calls them 'my adventures' "
"And your work keeps you from visiting her very often."
"Among other things."
"If the second line of the poem is a reference to your mother, then it suggests a level of access to her. The unsub knows her basic routine, probably heard her telling proud tales of her son."
"We misjudged him before and now Elle is gone. If we screw up again." Spencer shuddered at the thoughts going through his head.
Gideon slid into a chair next to Reid. "I didn't want to worry you, but I already considered the possibility that our families could be at risk when Haley was contacted."
"You did?"
Gideon nodded. "I have some contacts with the Las Vegas Field Office. I called and asked them to run background checks on the hospital staff, especially anyone hired in the last two years. I also made arrangements for a bed at the hospital in Shiloh. There's a private jet waiting to bring your mother, with two ND agents and a doctor here. I just have to make the call."
"Thank you."
"Just doing my job, Spencer." Gideon smiled. "Now get busy on that novel, I'll be back and I expect you to have it read by then."
"Yes Sir."