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"This is freaken great," Morgan said as he looked down at a body.
He felt his heart tug a bit as he looked down at the child. Another child that'd never had a chance; another that would never have a future. He bent down to get a better look at her. She looked peaceful as she lay in the lawn, a single gunshot wound to the chest. Morgan got up and muttered, "Must have gotten out somehow…"
He walked over to the house, which had sustained serious damage. He saw what looked like the remains of a window. An EMT came over to him and said, "The woman's still alive…for now."
Morgan jogged over to the ambulance and saw the badly burned woman lying there. The woman looked up and said, "Why'd you throw her out the window Johnny?"
Johnny, Morgan assumed that was her husband. He threw her, which must have been the daughter, out the window. Morgan assumed again that it was one of the lower windows because they child was uninjured aside from the cause of death, the bullet wound. He looked at the EMT who just shook his head.
"There's no way she's surviving this…" he said. "Sorry for being so blunt but I don't want anyone to get their hopes up."
Morgan still eyed the EMT with suspicion, but turned his attention back over to the dying lady. She was mumbling something.
"Why'd you shoot my baby? Why my Sophia? Who's Barbra? Who's Lucy?"
So many questions…and she'd never have them answered. Prentiss appeared behind Morgan and asked, "Who's Barbra? Lucy we've heard, Sophia's the daughter, but who's Barbra?"
Morgan turned quickly to see his team mate behind him. Morgan shrugged and allowed them to cart away the woman. There was no way he was going to get something out of her. He turned to Prentiss and said, "She asked her husband why he threw Sophia out the window. I assume the fire had already been started and he was desperate to save one of them."
"They would have been downstairs," Prentiss said. "The girl didn't have any other injuries except for the bullet wound."
"I'm guessing the window was broken," Morgan continued. "John Martin desperate to save his daughter tossed her out the window. It's unknown whether he saw his daughter get shot, but the wife saw it. She was asking why someone shot her baby. I'm guessing she passed out after Sophia was shot. So far we have one witness…March Allgost."
As if one cue the man came over looking sick. Morgan gave him a soft smile and said, "Queasy kid? I'm guessing you saw Sophia."
March shivered and whispered, "I heard her scream."
"What?" Prentiss asked.
"I heard Sophia scream," he said louder. "I thought September or October had a nightmare until I remembered that they weren't in the house. Then I heard the gun…and I woke May up and told her to call 911. I saw the fire and the guy was begging someone to forgive him. He kept asking for forgiveness from a Barbra and Lucy. I don't know who Barbra is. Where's Reid? I called him earlier; he said he was coming."
"Where is Reid, Prentiss?" Morgan asked, not yet aware. "You said Hotch called you. What did he want?"
"Morgan…" Prentiss said slowly. "Spencer…"
Derek's eyes darkened. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong. He looked at March, who's face had lost all color. The way the boy was staring told Morgan he didn't know what was going on.
"Spencer was in a car accident on his way here," the black haired woman said. "He's at the hospital."
Morgan looked intently at March. The boy's face reflected one of absolute horror. He knew the kid wasn't acting. Morgan tapped March on the shoulder and said, "We need to talk."
March nodded and walked away with Morgan. The boy leaned against the black sedan looking sick. He opened his wallet and took out a picture. He handed it to Morgan and said, "I'll bet you anything this is the man that tried to kill Reid."
Morgan looked down at the picture. The one person was April, but there was a man standing next to her. He looked to be in his early twenties, brown haired with hazel eyes. Morgan looked up at March and said, "I'd take it this is Mark Russels."
"Yeah…" March said bitterly. "I don't know what else I can tell you."
"Do you know his address?" Morgan asked.
"1905, West Brooke," March said. "April still has a key. She hid it in our room, but I found it last night."
"Mind getting me that key?" Morgan asked.
"No problem," March said.
He turned away and ran back into his house. The kid reappeared a moment later. Morgan called Prentiss.
"We're going to pay Mark Russels a visit," he said. "You coming with us?"
Prentiss shook her head and said, "You go. I'll see what I can gather here."
Morgan looked at the boy and said, "Let's go."