With Morgan driving the black government SUV, he and Reid had no problem locating the scene of the latest murder. When they arrived, a deputy was still guarding the area, keeping sightseers away.
"Well, going by the pictures sent by the Sheriff's Department, the body was found right about here," Morgan had his tablet out and was comparing the pictures to the locality.
"It's easily visible from the road," Reid observed, turning around to check. "The mail carrier noticed it in the early morning light. Either the unsub is extremely confident or they are familiar with the traffic patterns on this road."
"I'll bet that not that many people come down here," Morgan guessed, looking at the unpaved road. "The people who live here, the mail carrier, the school bus, maybe a delivery person?"
"It wouldn't take much to determine a schedule for the traffic on this road," Reid presumed. "But, how did the victim get here? And, the unsub? They would have had to have some form of transportation."
The deputy walked over to join them.
"Dawn was walking home from visiting her friend Rachel Gold who lives about a half mile down the road," the deputy pointed. "We assume that the murderer drove out here, but when we checked for tire tracks on the shoulder of the road, there were too many there to pick out a particular set."
"You knew her?" Morgan picked up on the pain in the deputy's voice.
"This is a small area," the deputy explained. "Everybody knows everyone else. That's what makes this so hard. No one wants to believe that someone they know is a murderer."
