Hello again my Dear Readers. I apologize for the delay but work and home has been VERY busy lately. As always, I don't own CM or cannon characters, and no profits are made from this story…
CHAPTER 23
After presenting Adrian Black with the contact between himself and the FBI, which he eagerly signed, Rossi settled back in his chair and stated "OK Adrian, spill it. Why the murders?"
"Joan witness the taking of her sister" Black replied, "And she vas far too old to take for to sell also, so ve shoot her." Admitted the thug. "Irene was too willful and she could not be tamed, no matter what the McCormicks do. Boss try also, and she bite him so he strangle her."
"Thank-you" replied Rossi. "Now, the directions to find the other 2? Which brothel? Which Shah? My research shows several of each in Nevada."
"Give to me paper, and I vill write" the enforcer requested, then passed back the printed addresses. "I vill take no responsibility for the current conditions of the girls, but both were submissive so probably totally fine."
"If you don't count the fact that they were taken against their will and raped" grumbled Morgan.
"Not my fault" contested Black. "I touch none of them."
"Now, what can you tell us about the other women that the boy saw routed through the McCormick's basement? We already have information on some of them, so I urge you to be completely honest." Rossi put forth. "We need names and addresses."
"Give to me more paper, and I vill put down vat I remember. I do not remember everyone over all of these years, but most. Remember, I touch none of these girls, only help with the abduction." Black claimed. "I take no responsibility for the condition of the girl after she go to her buyer."
"Just give us what you have" said Rossi in an easy tone, "We'll take it from there."
"So," began Rossi, once again facing their Russian mob enforcer, "Who is Sergei, and how is he connected to the ring?"
"He is brother of Alex Godonov, my boss. He has no connection to the business of his brother. Except maybe to say to him not good idea to go out on his own." responded the captive mobster. "Alex had fondness for young boys though, and this was not thing he can indulge in New York, at least not openly."
"So why did you talk to him about the future exploits of Trini? And would this happen to be Trinidad Jones?" queried Rossi in a deceptively casual tone, as he lounged in the uncomfortable hospital chair.
"Trini? I do not know this Trini. The Marines ask me also about this person. He overhears my conversation with Sergei and misunderstands."
"So, you are denying that the young boy you were trying to abduct is 'now off the market' because he is 'too wild'? And that there are 2 easy targets and 2 difficult targets for 'Trini'?" questioned the bemused profiler.
"I do not know what it is you talk about" insisted the nervous mobster.
After the mob enforcer turned over his addresses, Rossi got a bit more aggressive with his questioning. "Ok, now we get serious my friend. What is this I hear about Trinidad Jones and the boy being one of his current targets? And who are these targets that are 'not so easy'? Don't get me wrong-we are perfectly capable of protecting the boy, and if anyone makes the mistake of coming after him they will die. I just want to know what is going on. And, what of the other 2 targets for Trini that were apparently not so difficult? Would they happen to be the two other men that have assaulted Spencer? Personally, I don't care about those two, but as a Federal Agent I am required to protect them from your team."
"Officially, I know nothing of this. Unofficially? I say you do not need my input-you already know what is important. Of course the girls recently bought are protected by the buyers, and customers of the brothers are not protected. I am out of the loop now as to the boy, so I hev no care as to vat happen vith him." Adrian declared. "I am here vith you; there is no vay to connect me vith vatever happen."
"True enough" responded Rossi. "So we will leave you now. You know how to reach us should you think of anything else important. Good Night." And the pair of profilers walked from the room without looking back.
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Meanwhile, the rest of the team were busy incorporating Garcia's data with what was already on the board. The majority of the girls were easily traced to known traffickers and/or brothels. Unfortunately, 4 of the deceased victims were all linked to the same individual buyer, who had only a codename-Master Anthony. The hope was that the information gathered by Morgan and Rossi would contribute to the identification of this unsub. Spencer had retired for the night, after working halfway through one of the textbooks, and Anne had cleaned and re-bandaged his wounds and given him his pain meds and antibiotics. All was relatively calm and quiet.
A ding sounded at the elevator, and the LVPD officer stood at the ready, though he was expecting the arrival of the two profilers out in the field. As the door opened, the occupant sprayed the sitting area with bullets. Fortunately, the officer was wearing a bulletproof vest and was able to respond with gunfire of his own, successfully taking down the occupant of the elevator. Dragging him out into the room, he was easily identifiable as Trinidad Jones. The officer first checked his pulse, and determining that there was none, the officer immediately turned to assess for injuries among the profilers. Hotch and Anne came running from Spencer's room and ran to JJ and Emily, both of which were on the floor.
JJ was clutching at her shoulder, which Ann swiftly assessed as a 'through and through' wound which she swiftly bandaged before calling for an ER doctor to come up to the suite. Hotch's assessment of Emily revealed a graze on her right side and a bullet lodged in her left thigh. Anne switched places with Hotch, and called down to surgery to alert them of incoming emergency cases. The officer called the assault in to the station and requested backup. Amongst the chaos Rossi and Derek returned to the suite.
"What the hell?!" declared Morgan as they stepped off the elevator. "Trinidad Jones launched an attack" responded the officer, looking a bit stressed. Rossi walked up to the officer and observed 2 rounds lodged in his vest. "Ok James, stand down and rest a bit. I got your post till backup arrives." Rossi insisted. "Now James, before I sick the nurse on you".
"Yes sir" responded the bruised officer as he sat down and got control of his breathing.
Derek heard the sounds of muffled sobbing from Spencer's room and approached Hotch and JJ, kneeling down beside them. "I got JJ Hotch. Your son needs you."
A startled Hotch looked up, heard the quiet crying, and jumped to his feet. "Thanks Morgan! The ER doc should be up here shortly, just keep her calm…" he offered as the distressed father rushed to his distraught child.
"It's ok Spencer! Everybody will be alright; the bad guy is dead-he can't hurt you. It's safe now. Officer James got the bad guy before he could even get off the elevator." Hotch soothed as he gathered the boy into his arms. "This is a safe place buddy, OK? Don't be afraid, Daddy's here. Daddy won't let anything happen to you anymore." He sat in the rocking chair, and settled the boy into his lap, murmuring quiet reassurances and gently rocking. Eventually the quiet sobs tapered off into occasional hiccups, then silence. Looking down, The Unit Chief smiled at the sight of his sleeping son, with thumb firmly in mouth and tears drying on his face.