Chapter 4

"So, how bad was it?" Strauss asked.

"Florida." I replied. "We had just gotten back from our case in Houston when I was sent the file. Our unsub would abduct people, ages 18-54, male and female, black and white, different socio-economic backgrounds. He would keep them for 24 hours, gut them, dump them, and never leave a trace. There was no connection. Some were Jewish, and some were atheist, and some were Christian. It was just a wrong place, wrong time… or so we had assumed."

6 Months Earlier:

" I don't get it." Garcia announced. "I have looked in every place, every nook and cranny and I have found no connection at all. They don't shop in the same grocery stores; don't eat at the same restaurants. Why these people?"

I had asked myself that question a lot then. Every since I had joined the BAU, my thoughts became clouded. There was no simple answer. Was I really too young? I had grown up fast, never really had been able to enjoy my childhood. My mother was insane and my father was too drunk to even teach me how to ride a bike. I had missed out on the joys of life. Why was I spending my free time trying to track down the world's worst? Why was I looking into an abyss, knowing too often people don't come out? I knew why. I did it so no one else had too.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "The Jewish ones: they're who are white. The African Americans and Asians and Hispanics are where the religions differ, but that doesn't matter. I know who our Unsub is. We are looking for someone trying to cleanse Orlando. Make it a white-powered city… We're looking for a Neo-Nazi." JJ's eyes went wide. I glared at her. We knew exactly who this was.

"Excuse me." She said, going into the bathroom. I looked around and followed her. When I walked in, she was leaning over the sink, tears running down. She was attempting to hide it, but failed.

"Leave me alone." She ordered.

"You know exactly what I'm thinking… we know who this is."

"No, we have no proof."

"Oh, come one Jen. You mean to tell me all those times growing up with him, all those pot-lucks, all those game nights, he didn't once strike you as ill?"

"He might have shown signs… back then… but there is a reason sociopaths aren't diagnosed till they're eight-teen."

"We know who his family is. Either you tell the team, or I will."

"We don't even know if he's in the city, let alone Florida."

"Yes we do…" I showed her a picture of a security camera. Our childhood friend, James Swan walking out of a Wal-Mart; the time stamp read Oct. 4, 2009, 12:34.

"That's this afternoon."

"Yeah."

"You've known all along, haven't you?"

"I've had a gut feeling since we got this case. I had to be sure it was him; that he was here. I have a friend who works at Wal-Mart. She called me after he checked out."

"How did you know?"

"His father, James Swan Sr., he's the CEO of hate group Nazi's-In-Action. They have an office here in Orlando."

"Why do you care about them? You're not Jewish!"

"They killed my best friend! There's a reason I came here Jennifer. I am going to bring them down. And you and your little friends are gonna do whatever it takes to help me.