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Chapter 4

Hotch shivered in the cold. It was really only one of the first cold days of the year and he had not been prepared for it. The team had arrived in Boston and got right down to business. Reid and Morgan had gone to take a look at the bodies, while JJ and Rossi went to look in the house of Bert McFarley, the most recently murdered. That left Hotch and Prentiss to interview the neighbors of McFarley, an elderly couple, who lived next door. The two of them were at home during the approximate time of the murder, and Hotch hoped they had some answers.

Prentiss knocked on the front door, and a little old lady came and answered it.

"Hello, are you Carol Feldman? My name is Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, and this is Emily Prentiss and we're with the FBI. " said Hotch, as he held up his badge. Carol Feldman looked up into his face in surprise.

"Oh, yes, that's me. Please come in." she said, as she lead Hotch and Prentiss inside and into a small living room. "Would you like some tea?" she asked, and then yelled, "MORDY! The FBI is here!"

An elderly man walked down the stairs, and entered the living room.

"Hello." He said. "May I ask what business you have in my home?"

"Yes, sir." Said Prentiss. "I'm Agent Prentiss, and this is Agent Hotchner. We're here to question you about the murder of Bert McFarley."

"Oh, but the police have already questioned us." Said Mrs. Feldman.

"We're aware, Mrs. Feldman, but we feel there maybe some details that might have been missed." She replied.

"What was Bert McFarley like?" asked Hotch. "How would you describe him?"

"He was a no good, son-of-a-gun, drunk." Said Mr. Feldman.

"Dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Feldman.

"It's true." Said Mr. Feldman, leaning forward in his chair. "He lived in that house for a few months, and he was always taking in foster children that he could not take care of!"

"We read in the report that a child was the one that found the body. Can you tell us about him?" Said Prentiss.

"Well he was a funny boy." Said Mrs. Feldman. "He was only here for two weeks or so. We would always see him in the backyard with his little baseball bat and glove. He was very polite, I invited him over for tea one day, remember Mordy?"

"Yeah," said Mr. Feldman "He wouldn't really talk much. I asked him about his bat and what his favorite team was, and he said he didn't actually watch baseball much. I found that odd considering how devoted he was to his baseball gear. Can't really blame him for being odd, though. He told us that had been in 28 foster homes before the one he was in. He was a pretty scarred."

There was a silence, which Hotch decided to break.

"Anything else about him…anything at all?"

"The screaming!" recalled Mrs. Feldman.

"Screaming, ma'am?" asked Emily in a concerned voice.

"Well, we would hear screaming coming from their house often. It was the boy you see, and when we asked him about it, he told us that he had awful night nightmares."

"We were thinking about calling CPS, but we had no real reason to think that anything bad was happening." Said Mr. Feldman solemnly.

"I see." Said Hotch. "What was the boy's name, again?" he murmured to Prentiss.

"Daniel Ivy." Said Prentiss.

"Well, he told us on one occasion that Ivy was actually his middle name." said Mrs. Feldman. "What was his real last name, Mordy?"

"Er, it was…Foyer or something. Foyin…"

Hotch had a horrible feeling, creeping up into his gut. It sounded eerily like…

"Oh, I remember now. It was Foyet."

Hotch coughed violently and spit out some of the coffee he was sipping.

"Oh, dear." Chirped Mrs. Feldman. "All you alright, Agent?"

Hotch nodded through his fit of coughs. Prentiss awkwardly patted his back, in a feeble effort to stop the coughing. When it stopped Hotch said,

"Thank you so much for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Feldman. I think we'll be going."

"But Hotch," said Prentiss.

"Now. Going now." He said firmly.

The two exited after Hotch profusely apologized for the coughing. He flipped out his phone, and put it to his ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Prentiss angrily, following Hotch toward the direction of the car, the cold air blowing into their faces.

"Calling Garcia." Said Hotch, agitatedly.

"Hotch I know what you're thinking but just because his last name is Foyet-"

"But nothing, Emily. The Foyet kid had a baseball bat, which was most likely what killed all four victims. If McFarley was abusing him…don't you think that's a basis for investigation?"

"You're over-reacting. That proves nothing. You're being paranoid, Hotch. Lots of little boys have baseball bats."

"He was the one who found the body. He could have-"

"He passed the Psych Eval, Aaron. He's probably just a sad, scared little kid, who walked in at the wrong time."

Hotch knew he was loosing this battle and knew he was being reckless. But he also knew that he couldn't shake the feeling of something being horribly off.

"I'm calling her, Emily."

"Fine." She said. The truth was she was starting to think maybe, just maybe, Hotch had a point. After all, who could forget the kid unsubs they had found, one of which had shoved model airplane parts down his brother's throat. She shuddered at the memory.

Hotch took out his phone again.

"Garcia, get me everything you can on Dainel Ivy Foyet."