It was a disheartened group that gathered in the bullpen the next morning.
"I thought for sure we would find something – Anything," JJ moaned.
"There is no way he could have known we were coming," Morgan observed.
"Good luck on his part," Blake suggested. "Bad for us."
"Even with these two new additions, my geographic profile is still useless." Reid was staring at the map he had spread out on top of his desk. "He is all over the place!"
"Buck up, Crime Fighters," Garcia practically ran into the bullpen area. "We will find Christine and the other women, and sooner than you think. Conference room everyone!"
"You've found something?" Reid's face lit up.
"Conference room!" Garcia repeated. "I'll get Hotch and Rossi."
The team gathered in record time, and then waited impatiently while Garcia stomped around the front of the room.
"We are waiting on Strauss," she informed them. "Hotch thought she should be included." She treated their team leader to one of her infamous glares.
Erin Strauss was still walking through the door when Garcia began. "I am an idiot!" she declared. "I should have thought of this sooner!"
"Calm down, Garcia," Hotch interrupted her. "Just tell us what you found."
"When I found out about the oil dumping, I should have checked property records for the surrounding area," Garcia explained. "It turns out George Wyatt's maternal grandparents owned a farm not too far from the wetlands. Even though they died several years ago, it is still in the family and still under their names."
"A farm?" Morgan asked. "That indicates lots of property."
Garcia put an aerial view of the property up on the flat screen. "Not only lots of property, but also several large buildings," she told them.
Rossi got up and took a closer look at the screen. "I think we should start with this building right here," he pointed at what looked like a barn. "It appears to be built into a hillside. That means it's probably bigger on the inside than it appears to be from the outside."
"The main house," JJ insisted. "If he is running a business, he will need office space. That's most likely where we'll find him."
"If he is home," Blake pointed out.
"Oh, he's most likely at home," Garcia told them. "I checked and he hasn't serviced any of his routes for the past week. He has to be at the farm!"
"Then, what are we doing here?" Reid demanded as he stood up.
Strauss pulled out her cell phone and began dialing. "Let's do this right!" she declared.