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Pulling his SUV to a stop at the gas station, Reid and Colleen exited the vehicle. A young man emerged from the building. Colleen spoke to him, "Hi Troy, Troy Olsen, this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI, he's helping my Dad solve the murders from last night."
"Hi, do you want a fill," he said, going to the pump, Reid nodded. "I'd shake hands but my hands are covered with grease. Nice to meet you anyway. Isn't that something about Val Simms and Jeff Clisby. They were both really nice people."
"Yes," Reid answered, "It was a terrible thing."
Troy turned to Colleen, "I haven't seen you around in a while, what have you been up to. You haven't been to Houston's for ages. That's a bar where most of the younger crowd hang out." He said turning to Reid, who nodded. "That'll be $43.57 for the gas." Reid handed him the money and Troy went inside to get the change.
"I think you have an admirer," Reid said inclining his head toward the building Troy had just entered.
"Troy's a nice guy; don't get me wrong, I just don't feel that way about him you know."
"Oh I know what you mean," Reid said laughing. "I'm usually the guy in Troy's shoes. You know the let's just be "friends" thing," he made quotation marks with his fingers.
Colleen stood with her mouth open, disbelieving that any girl would not see him as the ultimate catch. Troy came out with the change and Reid turned to get back in the SUV. "Do you want me to wait with you until your friend shows up?"
"Maybe I'll just call her and see where she is." Colleen said dialing some numbers and speaking into the phone with no one at the other end. "Hi Jen, where are you? I'm at the mall. What do you mean you're not coming? No it's okay, I can get a ride back. Yeah see you later. I guess she's not coming so can I get a ride to the motel with you and I can walk home from there?"
"Uh, sure I'll take you back home. You don't have to walk from the motel." He opened the passenger door for her and she got in and waved good bye to Troy.
Reid returned to the motel after dropping Colleen off at home. He had a shower, shaved and lied down to get a little sleep and then it was time to return to the sheriff's station. He still hadn't heard anything from Garcia.
Kyle and Cory were already there when Reid arrived and they waited for Roy. Cory was very interested in Reid's life as an FBI agent and had lots of questions. "So have you ever shot anybody." He asked.
"Yes I have, twice." The images of Phillip Dowd and Tobias Hankel passed before his eyes, before and after he shot them.
"Wow, that's exciting. So after you shot them they were like…"
"Dead, Cory, after I shot them they were dead. Shooting people is a grim necessity of the life I lead. There is nothing exciting about it. I took no pleasure in shooting those men and I am not glad that they're dead. I killed them in defense of myself and others and if you think that is exciting then perhaps this is not the place for you." Reid turned and walked out of the room. Cory looked at Kyle with a puzzled expression on his face. Kyle looked back at him with an expression that said "leave it be."
Reid was sitting outside on the bench when Roy arrived and he went back in to join the others, glad that neither Kyle nor Cory made mention of his previous outburst.
The group had been discussing all that they knew about the murders, which wasn't much. Then Reid had a thought. "Mrs. Clisby said that Jeff got a phone call before he went out. I can get Garcia to go over the phone records and find out where that call came from and if there was a similar one to Val Simms." He picked up his cell and started dialing Garcia. She would get on it and let him know.
A few minutes later, Garcia called back with some news. "Your phone calls to Jeff Clisby and Val Simms came from a pay phone at the corner of First and Market Streets. Now I have your forensic results. Jeff Clisby died of exsanguination due to a stab wound that severed his jugular. Castration occurred after death. Val Simms also died of exsanguination due to severing of her aorta. The vaginal stabbing occurred after death. An interesting note on Ms Simms, the autopsy stated that at some point in her life Ms. Simms had a child." The group looked shocked to hear that last statement.
The autopsy results weren't a great help as they didn't shed a lot of light on the puzzle that plagued them. Cory had been quiet most of the evening. Reid felt sorry about his harsh words and knew he should apologize to the young deputy, who was over talking to Ruby. "So Troy said he saw Colleen today at the gas station. She was with him," indicating Reid, "What's up with that?"
"Why do you ask Cory; do you think something's up?"
"Well before, whenever Colleen came in she would come talk to me but today she made a beeline right to him and then later she's out in his SUV with him."
"Maybe there's a logical explanation."
"Oh yeah and I just bet I know what it is. We're all just a bunch of hicks here. None of us know stuff about French guys from a hundred years ago." He retorted with a scowl in Reid's direction before turning to join the others.
Ruby blew out a big breath and muttered to herself, "Methinks we got trouble, right here in River City."
Reid's cell rang a few minutes later. It was Garcia. "Hi Garcia, what have you got for me. Hang on let me put you on speaker." He pushed a button. "Okay Garcia."
"Well, I got some really interesting news for you Sweet Pea." Kyle and the deputies, particularly Cory, rolled their eyes at Garcia's endearment.
"What is it Garcia."
"Well, the DNA of the blood at the first crime scene was all Val Simms'." That was no surprise to anyone. "However there were two DNA samples recovered at the second scene. One was Jeff Clisby and the second is an unidentified male that is not in CODIS."
"Since Clisby had defense wounds, I'm not surprised there was blood from the un sub at the crime scene Garcia."
"Yes my sweet one, I know that," more rolled eyes, "But I haven't got to the interesting part. Drum roll please. The DNA at the scene was related to Jeff Clisby, probably a son."
"What," four voices in unison. "Garcia, are you sure about this? Clisby's only son is only fourteen and he's not big enough to have done this."
"I knew you would ask so I made sure the results had been double checked and that leaves us with only one conclusion. The fourteen year old is not his only son."