As Hotch drove, Reid thought about calling Melissa back but fought the temptation, needing to stay focused on their case. They pulled into the hospital emergency parking, secured the vehicle and raced in the doors to the Emergency Department. The triage nurse met them, Hotch flashed his FBI credentials and the nurse ushered them into a side room. Almost immediately, a doctor joined them, a solemn look on his face.

"I'm sorry, but Ms. Marshall has passed away. There was just too much blood loss, too many stab wounds."

"Doctor," Hotch paused to read the nametag, "Davis, did the victim have a knife stuck in her heart?"

The doctor's eyes rose in surprise. "Why, yes. How did you know that?"

"It's this unsub's, this unknown subject's signature, the way he lets us know he did this."

"There's something else you should know then. Before she died, she was trying to say something. It sounded like 'Tanya.'"

Reid was already on the phone before Hotch even had a chance to instruct him to call Garcia.

Hotch thanked the doctor and he and Reid made their way back to the car to return to the police station. Reid spoke to Garcia while Hotch drove.

She had answers for their previous question and gave Reid that information.

"The knives in question were sold in sets of six. They were manufactured in China and sold at some department store chains here in the US between 2008 and 2014."

"Thanks Garcia."

"I will get back to you, 187, as soon as I know anything about Tanya."

"Again, thanks Garcia." He hung up and Hotch spoke.

"Reid, I got a text from your Melissa. She's been trying to get hold of you all day."

"My phone vibrated earlier, but I have to stay focused on our case, Hotch."

"You do, yes, but you can take a break and return her call. We're all due for lunch anyway."

They pulled into the station parking lot and rejoined the others. Rossi had followed Hotch's earlier instructions and ordered in fast food for them all, generously including the three local police detectives who were aiding them on the case.

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"And the first victim, the homeless woman has been identified as Sharon Thompson. She was forty-eight years old and a fixture in the Shreveport soup kitchens and homeless shelters until about three years ago when she stopped coming into them," the local detective told Morgan and the others.

Fast food containers littered the table as the profilers ate their lunch. Except for Reid, all were in attendance. He'd found a quiet corner to make his call. It rang and rang and he was about to concede it was going to voicemail again when Melissa finally picked it up.

"Spence?"

"Hi."

"I don't have long, my break's almost done. I just wanted you to know I miss you. And I love you."

"I miss you too. I needed to hear your voice. I have to admit, Melissa, I was so used to you and Anna both being there all the time, it's really hard to be without you two. I hate going home to an empty apartment. I hate being by myself now."

"There is a solution to that, Spence."