As Hotch, Blake, and Morgan sat reviewing and discussing the information in their case files, a tall, muscular man dressed in the sheriff's department uniform walked through the door of the conference room, stopped, and looked around.
"Agent Hotchner?" he inquired.
"That would be me," Hotch replied as he stood up.
"Deputy Richard Malcolm," the man introduced himself. "I understand you would like to speak with me." He held out his hand to shake.
"Deputy Malcolm? Thanks for coming by," Hotch replied as the two men shook hands. "I realize it's the end of your shift and you want to get home, so we really appreciate this."
"It can wait a couple of minutes," the deputy replied. "This is one of those cases that you can't get out of your head, if you know what I mean. Now, what can I do to help? I want to see this monster caught and locked up for good."
"Deputy Malcolm," Emma walked over holding out her hand to shake. "Good to see you again."
"You, too, Dr. Porter," the man replied as they shook hands. "And, my wife said to tell you 'Thanks again' for all your help. Our son Ritchie is doing much better on the new medication."
"My pleasure," Emma assured him with a smile. "Now, I have located an office for you to use. I believe you will be speaking with Agents Morgan and Blake." She looked over at Hotch for confirmation.
"Right as usual," he gave her one of his rare smiles.
"Morgan," he called out. "Blake".
"Right here," Morgan put down the papers he was examining and he and Blake walked over.
"Deputy Malcolm?" he held out his hand to shake. "Agent Derek Morgan and this is Agent Alex Blake. And, I believe – " he hesitated for a moment to think – "Dr. Porter has arranged for us to use an office."
"Right this way," Emma headed over to pick up a stack of old file boxes.
"Not while I am here, Lady," Morgan told her as he intercepted her and picked up the boxes. "Now, where are we going?"
The deputy and the two agents were soon settled in an office in what appeared to be (and smelled like) the athletics part of the community center.
"Okay, we have your original notes on Amy Richardson's murder," Morgan began. "Why don't you begin by just telling me what you remember?"
"Well, it was early evening when the call came in," the deputy remembered. "Amy hadn't arrived home from school on time and when her mother called around to her friends none of them had seen her since the final bell. Her father drove over to the school and began tracing the path she would have taken to walk home. He found her body – "
"And no suspects were ever identified?" Blake clarified.
"That's right," the deputy confirmed. "She was just a normal schoolgirl who apparently hadn't had an opportunity to form any romantic attachments."
"Now, there were some details about the body that were never released to the public," Blake pressed forward. "What can you tell me about those?"
"You mean this latest victim also had those wounds?" the deputy was surprised. "As far as I know, none of that information ever got out. I know I never told anyone and I would be shocked if anyone else on the force did."
"Okay, let's go over what you remember of the crime scene," Morgan continued the review.