"I don't understand. I thought Derek was my master!" Spencer screamed as the Masked Man beat him. "Please Stop!"
"Hotch, I'm telling you I wasn't gone for more than five minutes. There is no way Mike could've grabbed him and left the restaurant. Also someone would've noticed. I think their trying to hide something," Morgan explains.
"Okay, Morgan. I believe you, but how are we supposed to prove this?" Hotchner asks.
"Hotch? Garcia just sent me this," says JJ, passing her phone to Hotch, "It's the owner of this restaurant, Greg Tatanka."
"Age, 53. Accused of sexual battery against a member of his basketball team in highschool, but never charged. Suspected of participating in slave trafficking."
"Of all the restaurants I could've brought him to…" Morgan says sadly.
"Are you fucking kidding me? The guy's a fucking cop? They're here now? Fuck!" The masked Man yells into his cell phone. Hanging it up, he looks at Spencer. "All you've ever done is cause me problems. Maybe I should just kill you?" he says and begins walking toward Spencer.
His phone rings. "That you, Mike? Yeah, I got him. Where do you want to meet?"
Hurry, Derek, Please, Spencer silently sobs.
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