Spencer's phone lay on the nearby table. Maps of the crime scene neighborhoods were tacked all along the walls.

"Hard connections were never made between the women." Garcia said. "Some belonged to the same church, two in Iowa were both on community planning boards, but nothing that would link all the women together, other than they're all wealthy."

Spencer frowned as he began to draw lines between the crime scenes in each neighborhood, checking each map as a pattern emerged.

"Garcia, can you see if any of the women were registered members at country clubs in or near their neighborhoods?"

"I can and did and the answer is no." Garcia replied, the sound of her fingertips flying over her keyboard creating a steady soundtrack to the conversation.

"What about the husbands?" Spencer asked.

"Hang on." Penelope responded. "Bingo. All the husbands are or were registered members at country clubs."

"I think this is how he targets them." Spencer concluded. "Thanks, Garcia."

"No problem, Boy Wonder." Garcia hung up the phone, as Spencer Reid exited the room and walked down the hall toward where Hotchner and J.J were interviewing Ethan Andrews.

"She...I.. Did she fight?" Ethan Andrews sat in the grey chair, his face a mixture of pain and shock.

J.J sideglanced Hotch in muted surprise. "There...were signs she was tied up. It's possible she put up a fight."

"She was always a fighter." Ethan tried to smile through welling eyes. "She was tough... Oh, God...I just can't... are you sure it's her?"

"Yes, Mr. Andrews, we are." Hotchner nodded. "If you don't mind, we'd like to ask you some more questions."

A knock on the door caught Hotch's attention, and he turned to see Reid through the window.

"Excuse us." Hotchner said as he and J.J stood and left the room.

"What did you find?" Hotchner asked as he closed the door.

"Ask him about the Edina Country Club." Reid said. "Geographical profiling puts country clubs at the center of all the neighborhoods our victims are from, and Garcia confirms that all the husbands have memberships there, but the victims didn't."

"So he's targeting them through the husbands." J.J finished Reid's thought.

Hotchner's phone rang.

"Do you have something?" He asked as he put the phone on speaker.

"I don't know for sure," Derek responded, "but I can tell you this house speaks to a whole different kind of relationship than the Krueger's."

"How so?" Hotchner asked.

"Tom and Faye Krueger practically fit two separate worlds under the same roof. They almost never interacted. Here, you can't turn around without seeing a photo of Ethan and Gao together."

"They were happy." Hotch said.

"Maybe." Spencer sounded doubtful. "Morgan, any idea how old the photos are?"

"Not really." He replied. "But I'm guessing not recent. They all look like early dates and engagement photos."

"So they weren't happy." J.J said, looking between Hotch and Reid. "They were having marriage problems, too, but one of them put photographs everywhere to remind them of happier times."

"At least one of them wanted to work things out." Spencer agreed.

"If I had my guess, I'd say it was her." Derek offered. "The locations of the photographs and the frames they're in suggest a woman's touch."

"So if our unsub is trying to seduce these women into following him willingly," J.J puzzled out "then it's not that Gao didn't fall for it – she didn't want to leave her husband."

"But if their marriage was in trouble, he may have wanted to leave her." Hotchner said.

"You think the unsub is targeting troubled marriages?" Spencer asked.

"I think there's something Mr. Andrews isn't telling us." Hotchner replied. "Morgan, talk to Garcia. See which country clubs these men were members at and talk to the staff. I want to know how exactly the unsub is finding them. Good work, Reid."

Hotchner and J.J turned, opening the door and reentering the interrogation room.

"Mr. Andrews, what can you tell me about Edina Country Club?" Hotchner asked as he sat down.

"What, are you a golfer?" Andrews asked sarcastically. "What does this have to do with my wife?"

"We believe whoever did this to your wife may have found her through there." J.J explained.

"That's ridiculous. Gao's not even a member." Ethan retorted.

"But you are." Hotchner said seriously.

Ethan Andrews licked his lips, his eyes darting from J.J to Hotchner in disbelief.

"You think this bastard found her through me?" He asked, his eyes welling once again.

"It's possible." Hotchner nodded.

"Have you noticed anyone new there recently?" J.J asked. "Spoken with any new members?"

"There are always some prospectives touring the place." Andrews said, shaking his head. "I probably talked to some. I can't even tell you their names."

"Would you have mentioned your wife to any of these prospectives?" J.J asked.

"The club is where I go to get away fr-" Andrews stopped, swallowing hard. He looked down, blinking hard before continuing. "It's where I go to have time to myself. Other than small talk, I spent my time alone."

Hotchner's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews."

Hotch's cell phone beeped. He took it out of his pocket, scrolling through the text message Garcia had sent. He frowned.

"Mr. Andrews," He looked up. "Can you explain the $1200 you withdrew from your bank account two weeks ago?"

"It was for some charity." Andrew shrugged. "Uniforms and equipment for a city soccer team, I think."

"Soccer season is over." Hotch said.

"Indoor soccer." Andrews clarified.

"Why cash?" J.J asked. "Why not just write a check?"

"What are you implying?" Andrews asked.

"$1200 was withdrawn from each of the victim's accounts as well, with the exception of your wife." Hotchner informed him.

"You think this has something to do with me?" Andrews shifted defensively.

"I'm saying that's an awful lot of money that's unaccounted for." Hotchner said. "And maybe you all gave it to the same man."

"I'm not going to answer any more questions without my lawyer present." Ethan Andrews' expression turned stony as he straightened in his chair.

"Is he a member of the country club, too?" J.J asked as she and Hotch stood and walked toward the door, leaving the widower sitting alone in the interrogation room.