Chapter 27
Week 29

"So the way Darnell was saying 'Kip" made it sound like a first name to me, not a last, so I went looking for any first or last of Kip of Kipling connected to him or the company he works for or anywhere else in his online circle, which, let me tell you, is extensive." Garcia told them as they sat down. "I found out that Darnell is a Men's Rights supporter and is active in several online forums."

"Men's rights?" JJ asked.

"Yeah. The Men's Rights movement started out addressing discrimination against men in areas such as reproductive rights, divorce settlements, domestic violence laws, and sexual harassment laws."

"And has since become a hot bed for malignant misogynists," Hotch replied.

Rossi spoke up. "Let me guess, never Google in the middle of a divorce."

"Well one of the people he exchanged with on the forums and ended up e-mailing quite a bit was, lo and behold, a Mr. Kipling. I traced that back and found him." Garcia put a picture up on the screen. Grey beard and moustache, balding, portly. "Meet Kipling Harris, 42, Co-Founder and CEO of GlobalSafe Technology, divorced, father of 3."

"CEO," Blake nodded. "There's the money and free time to pull this off. And the connections he'd need to get into the University club."

"GlobalSafe Technology designs weapons systems." Rossi added. "Maybe they are looking for brains. Any clue to Farmer John?"

"I'm glad you asked." Garcia replied. She put another picture up, tall, rangy, a face all sharp planes and angles. "Meet the Woz to Harris' Jobs, John Rudger, certified genius. Also 42, never married, Co-Founder and head of research for GlobalSafe, or he was until he went off the grid eight years ago. Now watch this." She'd taken a picture of Rudger and added a full beard and moustache, then compared it to the picture Eric had given them. A perfect match.

"Farmer John," Morgan muttered. "Any idea why he went off the grid?"

"Nope. But it gets better. According to Harris' custody agreement he gets his three boys three week-ends a month. The fourth week-end of the month they go to their grandparents. I did a thing and on that week-end a GlobalSafe shell company charters a flight that leaves DC on Friday morning for DuBois Regional Airport in Pennsylvania and returns on Sunday." She switched to the map of the target area and turned off all of the circles around airports but one.

"So we bring Harris in?" JJ asked.

"Not so fast." Rossi replied. "We still don't know where Rudger is hiding. That's a big circle. If we bring Harris in now one call could have Rudger destroying the evidence."

"Putting a tail on is risky." Morgan countered. "He only goes out there once a month and that deadline is ticking. It's already October."

"No, I've got a better idea." Rossi said. "I just hope the NSA wants Reid back as badly as we do."

An hour later they flew out to DuBois Regional Airport. While the rest of the team split up, contacting the local sheriff, asking around the locals to see if anyone knew John Rudger, Rossi and Morgan started questioning airport security. It wasn't long before they were looking at a well-used truck parked in long-term parking. "What have you got for me baby girl?" Morgan asked over the phone.

"That truck is registered to a shell corporation." Garcia replied. "It tracks back to GlobalSafe Technology."

"Bingo." While Rossi held the phone Morgan made quick work of breaking in to the car. Once in he popped the hood and then set about wiring the tracking unit under the hood. "There we go."

"Okay, hold on, they're still moving the satellite." Garcia replied. They closed up and waited. About ten minutes later she called back. "Okay, we are hot. That truck is pinging nicely. And they said the satellite is ours for the duration."

"Outstanding. Thank you my goddess." Morgan hung up the phone. "Now all we have to do is wait for Harris to drive out to his friend's farm."

"A whole satellite to ourselves," Rossi mused. "I wonder what Reid does for them anyway."

"I don't think I want to know." Morgan chuckled as they walked away.

Week 32

"Okay, this is not fair." JJ moaned.

It was the last week of October. Harris' sons were confirmed to be with their grandparents. But on Thursday night the first major snowstorm moved in, shutting down every airport on the Eastern Seaboard. No one was going anywhere.

"We'll have one more chance in November." Hotch said. "If we don't catch them then we'll bring Harris in and try it that way."