This chapter takes us back to the beginning...

Chapter Two

Sara Jenkins a young woman of average height and weight. She was not strikingly beautiful in figure or looks. She had a warm smile that seemed to constantly hover on her lips. She now found herself on the other side of forty and quite enjoying it. She was well liked in her job and had a tight knit circle of friends with whom she spent her free time. Sara worked for a small construction company as their administration assistant, or as she referred to herself 'Chief Cook and Bottle Washer". She had worked there for nearly ten years now and thought of the people she worked with and for as family. Sara had never married nor had kids; she lived alone in a little one bedroom apartment just of Broad Street. She liked to get to work early and today was no exception. She was up at her usual 5:30am to prepare for the day. She loved spring, the crisp freshness of the mornings and the long lazy days that drifted quietly into night. The air was not as hot as it would get in summer but the chill of winter had dwindled to nothing. Sara took her usual shower and got dressed in her standard work clothes. She then made her way into her kitchen to make her usual cup of coffee before letting the dog and cat out of the house for the day. She sat down on her patio feeling the cool morning air against her skin as she drank her morning caffeine fix. That was where the normality of her day ended.

Clifton Barns was a young man with a huge ego. He was a tall man with a lean body. He worked out in the gym to get the perfect 'six pack' and toned his arm and leg muscles to perfection. He was proud of his physic and spent many hours pruning and titivating himself. Jacob was also tall but lacked the bulk of his brother. He had a tan resistant skin that made him look sickly. He was a man who would disappear in a crowd, in fact he had no outstanding features at all, that is except for his eyes. He had grey eyes that seemed to look right into a man's soul; they were intense, cruel eyes that had witnessed many atrocities, some of which had been committed by his own hand. The third man in the room was small and seemingly insignificant. He was no taller than five foot seven inches even standing in his high heeled cowboy boots. He was thin and wiry in build. He had long scraggly dirty blond hair and an untidy moustache decorated his upper lip. He seemed out of place in the company of the two other men but those with keen observations would not fail to see that this man was the leader of the trio. He was the one who made the decisions. The other two looked to him for guidance in their activities and it was he who commanded their respect and loyalty. Jonathan Bristoe picked up his keys and made his way to the door of the three bedroom house they all shared. The other two followed without question. They could not contain the excitement they felt at the prospect of the days' adventures. They had spotted their prey yesterday at the little coffee shop in midtown. It had been two days since their last victim had died from her ordeal and they were getting restless.

Rossi and the other members of the BAU team stood in front of the crowded squad room in the local police station. They had been there for less than 24 hours but were ready to give their profile. The men they were looking for would be in their late thirties, probably related to each other in some way. One of them would be submissive to the point of not thinking for himself but obeying the dominant partner blindly. They were sure that the serial killers were a pair not a single person working alone. They liked to get to know their victims before taking them. They probably marked one and then followed her around for at least a day before taking her. They were meticulous in their planning and excecution. They probably lived in a deserted area in a house, they would need space and privacy for their activities. They were probably locals and had grown up in the area. They took their victims and tortured them for about three days until either the victim died of their injuries or they got bored and killed them. The average time they kept their victim was about three days. They tended to take a new victim within a few days of the deaths. They probably drove a van or a SUV, they would need to be able to subdue the victim and put in them in the vehicle without raising any interest. It had been two days since they had found the body of the last victim and the BAU team was sure that they would take a new one if not today then at the latest tomorrow.

As Reid gave his final advise to the police officers they were addressing, Sara Jenkins' unconcious body was being loaded into the Blue SUV of Jonathan Bristoe. Her ordeal had just begun.