Chapter 1
"Four victims." Said Agent Jennifer Jareau, as she pointed to four pictures of four highly mutilated bodies. "Mickey Barker, sixth grade elementary school teacher, killed on his lunch break, in an alley. Mailman Steven Carter Murdered in an alleyway on his mail delivery route. Tommy Frier, age 12, killed behind his house. And most recently, Bert McFarley killed in his own home. All four were killed in broad daylight and suffered blood force trauma wounds to the head, which was the cause of death. Authorities say it was done with something like a baseball bat. All four had stab-wounds inflicted, and strange holes in the flesh of their face. There were no witnesses. All took place within the city of Boston" She sighed and looked up at her team. Derrick Morgan glanced up at her and then looked down long and hard at the file in his hand, which contained the photos of the bodies. He let out a long, slow whistle and said,
"Well, that is some majorover-kill."
"Can't argue with that." Said Emily Prentiss, frowning as she bent one of the corners of her paper.
"This unsub looks very immature and disorganized. The patterns in the holes of the flesh seem to resemble…" Spencer Reid said as he traced the holes with his finger along the smooth surface of the photo. "Soccer cleats."
"Yeah, kid," said Morgan "But, no soccer cleat can do that to someone's face."
"I'm merely suggesting that the unsub may have made his own adjustments to them." Said Reid staring at the photo intently.
"Well, you can get a better look at the bodies once we're there." Said Aaron Hotchner.
"I agree." Said David Rossi. "Let's go."
Boston. Hotch thought sadly to himself. The last time he had been there, he had been trying to capture his arch nemesis, George Foyet, the man who had once been called The Boston Reaper. Foyet had successfully killed several people, and had evaded capture for ten years. Once he was finally arrested, he had escaped from prison, and then proceeded to endanger his only son, and kill Hotch's ex wife, Hayley. But, Foyet was dead now. Hotch himself had killed him. There was nothing worry about any longer. So then why did Hotch have an awful, awful feeling in his gut?