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A/N: Thanks for all the thought provoking reviews and some provoke thoughts which I'm sure shouldn't be there but I like it!
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Minutes later the BAU team was standing in the hotel parking lot. "How the hell could you let him out of here with them," Reid said angrily to the officer. Mitch Crawford took the picture out of his breast pocket. "He didn't look anything like this," the young man responded. "His hair was blond and he had a little scruff, also blond, blue eyes and glasses."
Reid took his cell out and contacted Garcia, filling her in on the situation. "I need the GPS location of Daryl Kullman's vehicle." He hung up and headed for the hotel.
"Where are you going," Morgan asked?
"To the ballroom, I have to tell Mark Jeffries that a serial killer has his pregnant wife. Then I have to call Allie's parents."
"Reid would you like one of us to do that, JJ could do it," Hotch asked, concerned for his young agent.
"No, I know them, it's better coming from me. Thanks anyway." He resumed walking to the hotel then turned back to them, "I should have gone to the ladies' room with them. I should have kept a better eye on them. This is all my fault."
"No Reid, it's not your fault," Rossi replied. "There was no sighting of Kullman. No one had any reason to think he was in the building."
"We had every reason to think he was here," Reid yelled back. "The profile told us that David. How could I have been so stupid not to think he'd disguise his appearance?" He again headed back into the hotel.
Morgan's cell rang, he looked at the call display and answered, "Talk to me baby girl."
I checked the GPS; it's parked at Lincoln and Willowdale. It's been parked there since early this morning so it's not the vehicle he used," Garcia informed him. "How's our boy," she asked.
"He's upset, worried, blaming himself, you know Reid. I'll let you know if there are any developments Thanks sweetness."
"Willowdale and Lincoln," Morgan relayed, "Garcia says it's been parked there all day."
"That's the location of Kullman Motors," Mitch informed them.
"If his car's been parked at the dealership all day, maybe he's using one of the vehicles from the lot," Emily suggested.
"Let's contact Mr. Kullman and find out if there's a vehicle missing. With any luck it'll have GPS," Hotch ordered. "JJ, try to keep a lid on the press." The team headed back into the hotel.
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Mark, Craig and Karen were sitting at the table talking about old times at school. "Hey Spencer," Craig asked, "Did you find the girls yakking with some old friend?"
"Do you guys think we could go out in the hall, it's kind of loud in here?" The others looked at each other unsure of why Spencer wanted them out in the hallway but followed him anyway.
"Spencer, is something wrong? Is it Chantal? Is she feeling sick? Is it the baby?" Mark's questions continued and Reid waited until they were outside the ballroom in the quieter hallway before he told the young man about Allie and Chantal.
"You mean that murderer has my wife…and our baby. No, no, you have to be wrong. No one would want to hurt Chantal." Mark kept trying to convince himself.
"I know how you feel," Reid responded.
"Oh yeah, right, I forgot," Mark said belligerently. "You know everything. If you know so damn much, why didn't you protect them?"
Reid understood the man's anger and decided not to respond to his tone. Although it was killing him to have to admit it to himself, he agreed with Mark. "I have to go find them; I'll let you know when we know anything." Reid nodded at Craig and Karen, trusting that they would stay and support Mark.
He pulled out his cell phone. He did not want to make this call but he couldn't leave it to anyone else. He punched in the numbers and waited for the call to be answered. "Hello, Mrs. Graham…"
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"Morgan and I are going to the dealership to meet with Doug Kullman." Rossi informed Hotch, who nodded as the men left the room.
Mitch Crawford had worked with a sketch artist to get a picture of what Daryl Kullman looked like now. Copies had been run off and distributed. Detective Hollis had joined the team apologizing for LPD's failure to prevent Daryl from abducting the two women. His cell rang. "Are you sure? Okay, we'll need to get into that room. Have security meet us there with a key." He ended the call and turned to the team. "That was the desk clerk. He recognized the sketch as a guest, Roy Pritchard from room 311." He relayed to the team about the call the desk clerk had received and sending the bellboy to his room. They all headed for the elevator.
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Reid had spoken to the Grahams who were understandably upset. He promised to call with any details. He then found Lance Shoemaker, one of the security guards, who informed him that the team had gone to room 311 and why. Reid nodded, asking to see the security tapes from the parking lot for that evening. He followed the redheaded man, whose hair looked at odds with his burgundy blazer, to the hotel's security headquarters. A large safe took up a good portion of one side of the room. Another part of the room contained a rack full of key cards but the room was dominated by a console where numerous monitors showed images captured by the many cameras throughout the facility. Lance cued one of the monitors and Reid, concentrating on the area where he'd found Allie's purse, fast forwarded until he saw Allie, Chantal and Daryl appear on the screen. They approached a vehicle, a van. Daryl made Allie get into the driver's seat while Chantal got in the passenger side. Daryl got in the back. Reid could see that he had a knife. Visions of Laurel Jamison's body flashed before his eyes as the memory of what Daryl could do with that knife hit home. He knew Allie knew it too. She must be so scared, he thought.
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Hotch, JJ and Emily met head security officer, Rick Moreland, at room 311. They noticed the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Hotch knocked, identifying himself as FBI. No response came from within and he nodded for Rick Moreland to unlock the door. The large, very well built man, who reminded Hotch of a wrestler, except for his bushy mop of gray hair, slid the card in place and the door opened. The agents, weapons drawn, entered the room. The room appeared to be unoccupied. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly. The wastebasket was overflowing with beer cans. "Look at this," JJ pointed to a yearbook on the bed. It was open at the 'G' page of the graduating class. The picture of Allie Graham leapt out at them but it was the picture next to hers that had been circled in red marker, Chantal Grant.
"Hey guys," Emily's voice from the bathroom, got their attention. At the bathroom door, they saw Emily crouched next to the body of a teenage boy. A large pool of blood lay under his head. It was darkening and starting to congeal. Emily felt for the carotid pulse in his neck but shook her head. Andy Reiser still wore his shirt and underwear but the rest of his clothes were missing.
Hotch's eyes burned with seething anger at Daryl Kullman and at himself. They had had the man in custody. If they had kept him, this boy would still be alive. "Let's call CSI, JJ secure the scene until they get here, then I want you to take care of the notification. Prentiss, let's go find Reid." Hotch and Emily left the room as JJ was on her cell to LPD.
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Reid continued to watch the monitor. He saw Allie start the vehicle and back out of the parking space. He couldn't get a good enough view from the camera angle to ascertain the make or license plate number. The van disappeared from view of this camera but came into view of another although still not at a good enough angle to get any details. Instead of going out the nearest exit to the street, however, the van suddenly turned and headed back to the front of the hotel where Allie braked almost imperceptibly in full view of the security camera. Daryl could be seen in the backseat pointing the knife at Chantal and Allie drove on. "Good girl Allie," Reid said to the image on the screen. He dialed his cell, "This is Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI, put out an APB on a late model Dodge Caravan, red, Ohio dealer license plate number David, Charlie, Zebra 9647. One of the occupants, Daryl Kullman, is being sought in connection with six homicides. He is considered armed and dangerous. Contact me at any sighting. Do not, I repeat, do not approach the vehicle. He is in a psychotic break and there are hostages involved." Reid gave his cell number and then ended the call. His cell rang immediately after. "Reid."
"Meet me in the lobby, there's been a development." Hotch said and hung up.
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He flipped the switch and the room was flooded with light. He pushed the women into the room. A baby grand piano sat in one corner and there were various musical instruments throughout the room. Stands held sheet music and the blackboard had the latest assignment printed out. "Sit down," he demanded harshly. Allie and Chantal each took a chair. He walked over to them and ran his knife down Chantal's chin to her neck, not deep enough to make a mark. Chantal whimpered. "So," he said, "Here we are, back where it all began."