"In the past four weeks?" The young woman at the member services desk raised her eyebrows at Agent Hotchner's request for records of visitors. "Sir, we've had weddings and holiday parties booked nearly every weekend. We've had hundreds of guests check in."

"Any who have signed in multiple times?" Hotchner asked. "He may have come with a holiday party, but he's been back since then?"

The woman shook her head, producing a large binder. "I wouldn't know, but you're free to see our sign in sheets."

"That would be great, thanks." Spencer took the binder from the young woman, opening it and scanning the pages of signatures rapidly.

The service associate stared in confused awe.

"What kind of services does the country club provide in the winter?" Hotchner asked. "Obviously, the golf course is out of service."

"Yes, sir." The woman nodded. "However, we offer a wide range of year-long activities, including an olympic size swimming pool, full service spa, four luxury restaurants and a cigar bar."

"I've got one." Spencer said. "Martin Wright. He checked in with a holiday party group four weeks ago and he's been back twice, posing as a prospective member."

"Is there any way of finding out which services he would have made use of on his visits?" Hotchner asked the service associate.

"Um," The woman looked flustered. "We have prospective members sign their names in a similar binder if they make a trial use of any of our amenities. It helps us find members with similar interests during the sponsorship stage."

"We're going to need a list of whatever amenities he used." Hotchner said.

"Okay..." The woman turned to her computer, where she pulled up a database of prospective members. "What was the name again?"

"Martin Wright." Spencer said.

"It looks like on both visits he used the sauna." She replied.

"You said you keep a list of members with similar interests." Hotchner said.

"Members have to swipe their cards for access to areas in the club. The computer keeps a count of where they are, so we know what amenities are most popular." The woman said.

"I'm going to need a printout of whoever else made use of the sauna within the past month." Hotchner requested.

The woman printed out several sheets of lists and handed them over to the agents. Spencer Reid began skimming the lists as the men walked toward the door.

"Wait, Hotch." Spencer stood, staring at the list. "They're all here. All except Andrews."

Hotchner took a step back, reading the list over Reid's shoulder.

"Looks like Tom Krueger and Jim Stone, the husband of our second victim were signed in the first time." He said.

"And husbands three through five signed in the second time." Spencer nodded.

"So we know the first five husbands met Wright prior to the abductions." Hotchner said. "But how does Andrews fit in?"

"Hotch..." Spencer looked up, squinting as the pieces fell into place. "What if they were arranged meetings? Like talking business on the golf course, what if they were using the sauna to talk business privately? I need to call Garcia."

Reid took his phone from his pocket, dialing the technical analyst's number.

"Garcia, I need you to go through the bank accounts of all of the victim's husbands and tell me if $1200 was withdrawn from any of their accounts within the past three weeks."

"That is a...great...big..yes, Boy Wonder, how did you know that?" Penelope answered.

"What if these men were paying him to kill their wives?" Spencer said seriously.

"But we know he's not a killer." Hotchner said.

"What if they thought he was." Spencer replied. "He plays both of them. The men pay him to kill their wives. They give him the information he needs to get close to them -"

"Which he uses to gain their trust and convince them to run away with him." Hotchner finished.

"He probably convinces the women to make the final withdrawal as payment for some kind of relocation." Spencer postulated.

"And then gets paid again when he delivers the women to whoever is trafficking them." Hotchner scowled. "He's figured out how to work all the angles to maximize his profit."

"All except Gao Andrews." Spencer said.

"Garcia, run a background on Martin Wright." Hotchner ordered. "Tell me if there's any connection to him and Ethan Andrews."

"Looks like they both work for the same company." Penelope Garcia said. "Ethan Andrews is an electrical engineer for Spectro Lab, it's a computer science company that contracts with all sorts of huge businesses all over the world, and Wright is an independent business consultant based out of Missouri who comes up to Minnesota to evaluate how efficiently the company is handling their business and give them tips to improve."

"Spectro Lab..." Spencer muttered. "That's the company that had the party here that Wright signed into."

"Andrews was how he got into the club." Hotchner fitted the pieces together. "Probably how he got connected to the other men. We need to find Martin Wright. Garcia, where is he now?"

"Looks like..." Garcia said, typing. "He's staying at the St. Paul hotel while he's in town. He's set to check out... uh-oh."

"What?" Hotchner asked.

"You guys better get over there quick, he's set to check out today."

"Rossi and Morgan are closer." Spencer said.

"Give them a call. Meanwhile, I want to know if Ethan Andrews' lawyer has arrived yet."