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Reid awoke to the sound of ringing. Allie was sleeping with her head on his chest. After orientating himself, he realized that it was his cell phone that was ringing. His cell was in the pocket of his pants that were, well, who the hell knew where. The ringing continued as he attempted to slide out from underneath his lover without waking her. He managed to disentangle himself from her but, while trying to get off the bed, his foot caught on the bedclothes and he thumped unceremoniously to the floor. He glanced at the bed. Allie still slept. Maybe he'd worn her out, he thought proudly. The ringing phone reminded him why he was sitting naked on the hotel room floor. His pants were somewhere between the door and the bed. He worked his way around the bed on his hands and knees until his knee hit something hard that dug into his flesh. Damn that hurt, what the hell was that, maybe his cell. He dug underneath, first Allie's panties, then her sundress to discover his glock. "So much for gun safety." He finally found his pants and answered his cell, "Reid."
"My goodness, Sweetness, what took you so long to answer the phone?"
"Oh, uh, sorry Garcia, I was, uh, in the bathroom," Reid lied.
"Reid, are you whispering? Why are you whispering?"
"No Garcia, I'm not whispering," he said a little louder, trying to satisfy Garcia but hoping not to wake Allie. "So, what have you got for me," he said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't sitting naked on his hotel room floor, with an equally naked woman on the bed.
"Okay honey, I started tracking your boy. I went for his credit card first. There aren't any credit card expenditures in Florida but there are some ATM withdrawals in Bowling Green, Knoxville and Waycross. He did travel to Florida by car. Luckily for us, his vehicle is equipped with GPS and Hotch got a federal warrant for their records to find out where he traveled. We do have some security camera footage from a hotel in Jacksonville just prior to when Brian Dalton was killed so we know Daryl was in the area. Putting him at Dalton's residence is another matter. If the GPS doesn't place him there you might have to get a picture to the local PD and have them canvas.
"Thanks Garcia, that sounds really positive." Reid was starting to get somewhat excited.
"Moving along, New York is another matter. He didn't fly and I can't find any information that tells me he drove so he had to get there some other way. I've got Grand Central in New York sending me security video from that time but you have no idea how many people are in and out of there in a day." She paused, "Forget I said that, you probably do know how many people that involves. Don't even bother to tell me."
Reid chuckled because he actually could tell her the volume of traffic in Grand Central Station on the average day. "Anything on the rifle?"
"Hotch got a warrant but so far no word back. We also got the clostridium botulinum sample at the lab. They're testing it as we speak for comparison. Hotch also got a warrant for Kullman's lab documentation to see if he really was working on experiments"
"Good, I want to go over those records. I'll be able to tell if it's a legitimate experiment or a smokescreen. What about Lorne Kemp's body, did Hotch get an order to exhume?"
"No Sweet Pea, he's still working on that one. That's all for now boy wonder. Let me know if you need anything else. I'll keep working on tracking Daryl's movements."
"Thanks Garcia."
"Anytime, toodle loo," she said and ended the call.
Reid closed his cell and glanced at the bed. Allie was still sleeping. He got up and headed for the bathroom and a shower.
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Hotch hung up the phone. "Judge Fieldstone is not seeing the connection with the other deaths and is unwilling to issue an exhumation order on a whim."
"Well you have to admit," Rossi was sitting on the sofa sipping his coffee. "On the surface, they don't look connected and we really don't have any solid evidence that says that they are."
Morgan leaned against the table, his arms crossed, "That's because the judge doesn't know Reid. He doesn't understand the way Reid's mind works."
"Does anybody," Emily interjected?
"Do you think Reid's wrong about Daryl Kullman," JJ asked Emily?
"No, not at all," Emily clarified, "I'm just saying, even we find it hard to understand how Reid's mind works and let's face it, we really don't understand, but we've been around him enough and we've seen the things he can do. Now we just accept that his mind can do things that would boggle the normal person's mind. So I can see why it may be hard to convince this judge."
JJ had been stirring her coffee and then looked at the group. "Do we really need the judge? Could we approach the family for permission and take that to the Home Office for a license? It's not like it's a secret now since we've already brought Kullman in for questioning."
"That's an idea JJ, but let's wait until our lab results are back and we can possibly convince a judge. We don't want to put the family through that needlessly and we won't get a lot of cooperation if we appear to be going over his head," Hotch suggested. "If the judge still disagrees you can approach the family for permission. I could also go for a federal warrant but like I said, I don't want to alienate the locals if I can help it."
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Coming out of the bathroom, Reid dressed, holstered his glock to his hip again and wrote a note to Allie which he placed on his pillow. He looked down at his sleeping beauty, bent and softly kissed her on the forehead. She didn't waken. Guess you're not a handsome prince. He quietly left the room.
Reid filled the team in on Garcia's findings when he arrived at the hospitality room and Hotch informed him of the difficulties in getting the judge to issue an exhumation order for Lorne Kemp. Hotch also told him that the documentation of Kullman's experiments had arrived and Reid dug into the papers eagerly.
"Garcia found out that Daryl Kullman did have a hunting license and once she can track his movements she'll be able to find out if he went to Ales Run at the time Drake Holloway was killed," Emily offered.
"The pieces seem to be falling into place," JJ agreed
Reid looked up from the lab documents, "This is pure garbage. This is not a valid experiment. His scientific procedure is laughable. He just wrote this up so if anyone asked he'd have something to say he really was doing an experiment and he probably thought no one would look at it closely."
"Okay, so let's review what we have," Morgan suggested. "We know he had access to a weapon like the one used to kill Holloway and he had a hunting license.
Emily carried on, "We know he was in Florida at the time of Dalton's death."
"What about potassium chloride," JJ asked, "Do we know if he had access to that?"
"That's easy enough to get from any lab supply house, especially if he's used to doing experiments. Judging by this write-up, I'm not sure if he is but he probably knows where to get supplies. There'll be a record somewhere. I'll get Garcia on it. If we can prove he purchased KCl, then we might be able to convince the judge it's worth exhuming Kemp's body."
"Unless Garcia can place him in New York, we have no contact with Laurel Jamison." Rossi added.
"We also don't have any evidence of contact with Pam McPhee," Hotch said. Then he added, "JJ, take Prentiss and go down to the deli with a picture of Kullman and see if anyone recognizes him. The day of McPhee's death should stick in their mind. He had to have bought the same sandwich as McPhee, doctored it with mushroom powder, that will be almost impossible to trace, and made a switch."
"Right Hotch," JJ responded as she and Emily headed for the door.
"We should have results on the botulism toxin soon and that will definitely point a finger in Kullman's direction." Reid said absently as he was looking over the forensics report of Laurel Jamison's mugging. "It says here they found cat hair on her coat."
"That's impossible," a voice said from the doorway. The team looked up to see Allie standing there. "Laurel wouldn't have been caught dead …"