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Chapter 4

Trivette stared at his computer, trying to find a connection between the latest victim and the others but was getting frustrated and discouraged. The victims didn't appear to have any links since they didn't work together, go to the same hairdresser, didn't even live or shop in the same areas. The only thing they had in common was that they were all blondes.

When the first young woman, Sharon Whitney had been murdered, they had looked closely at the ex-boyfriend since he had gotten in a little trouble with the law, which had bee mainly theft and a few parking tickets. Walker and Trivette had spoken to him and discovered that he had a solid alibi, which was that he had been in jail for a drunk and disorderly.

When Janet Schulz, the second woman had been murdered, the similarities between the two killings had been obvious, especially the few pieces of evidence that they were never released to the press.

Then, with the discovery of the third victim, Mary Steeple, it had been evident that they were dealing with a serial killer.

Trivette glanced over at Walker and wondered what was going through his partner's mind. Walker hadn't mentioned if he had received a special sense about the killer or the crimes, which Trivette hoped that his partner would at any moment.

Trivette focused his attention back to his computer, digging deeper into the lives of three young women.

Walker had noticed Trivette looking at him, but he hadn't reacted, instead he tapped a pen on the legal pad in front of him. He had written a few things, but had crossed them out, knowing that it wasn't quite right.

Walker knew that this case was hard on Trivette. Usually, his partner, had a knack for finding something on that computer of his that would help with a case, but it had yet to yield anything.

Usually, Walker would have picked up some sense of the case, but nothing had come to point him in the direction of the killer. He shook his head and rolled his shoulders, trying to release the tension that was beginning to form.

Walker noted the intense focus on the faces of Sydney and Gage, but also the frustration that the entire team shared about the loss of another life.

He glanced over as Trivette slammed his hands on his desk, pushed himself away from his computer, stood up and walked over to Walker's desk, doing a two step pace in front of him.

"This is the third killing in a month," Trivette stated in frustration as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"I know," Walker responded with a sigh.

The phone on Walker's desk rang and he answered it with, "Ranger Walker."

He could feel not only Trivette's eyes on him, but Sydney and Gage were watching him as well, but he merely listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. He knew without a doubt that his team all wondered if it was going to be a piece of evidence or a name of a suspect that would lead them to catching the killer and bringing the nightmare to an end.

All he said to the caller was, "Yes, sir." Once the call had ended, he replaced the phone and looked at the members of his team. "That was the Governor. He wants us to bring in the FBI."

Sydney and Gage exchanged astonished looks, knowing that Walker had experience with profiling and had even spoken at Quantico several times.

"Walker, we haven't had one lead on this one," Trivette sighed deeply as he shot a glance at his computer. "We need all of the help we can get."

Walker nodded his head in agreement and looked at his partner. "Trivette, call Captain Thompson and see if Darryl and Lucy are available." He looked back at his desk. "I'll call the FBI."

Walker returned to his desk and as he picked up the phone, he knew just who he wanted from the FBI as he dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.

Agent Aaron Hotchner rubbed his face with both of his hands after he had read through the paperwork that one of his agents had set on his desk. When he removed his hands, the dark bags under his dark brown eyes emphasized the lines on his face, especially the ones that went from the corners of his eyes to the dimples on his cheeks. He shook his head and brought his blurry eyes back to the task at hand.

He worked for another hour, taking sips of lukewarm coffee from the mug on his desk. The work was begging to be done before he could go home and he hoped that he would be able to shower and shave before dropping into his bed since it was still afternoon, but he felt that it was unlikely that wouldn't happen until morning or else fall asleep in the shower.

He needed to focus on the work and get it done, so he pushed the image of a shower and his bed out of his mind and went back to work.

He was down to the second to last report when the phone on his desk rang. A sigh escaped his lips as he set down his pen and picked up the receiver. "Agent Hotchner," he answered, managing to hold back a yawn.

"Hello, Aaron, this is Cordell Walker.

A surprise look crossed Hotchner's worn out face as he leaned back in his chair, ignoring the slight creak that it made as he spoke. "Walker, it is nice to hear from you, but I get the feeling that this isn't a social call."

"Yes, regrettably, you are right about that," Walker answered in a tone that Hotchner deduced was distressed, but he listened closely as Walker continued. "The Governor asked me to call in the FBI and I hope that you and your team are available."

"We are available," Hotchner replied, glancing down at the paperwork from the last case that his team had worked on. "So, the Governor forced you to call me in?" He asked, surprised, knowing Walker's experience and reputation.

"Ordered," Walker corrected. "This case does need more eyes and brains on it. We've had three women murdered this past month and it isn't going to stop. I know that you and your team are the best."

The tone of Ranger's voice revealed to him that Walker wanted him and his team, because the case wasn't just difficult, but lives were in danger. Hotchner looked at the remaining paperwork on his desk and knew that the rest of it would have to wait.

"My team and I will be there in a few hours," Hotchner answered the Ranger, putting strength and reassurance into his voice.

"Appreciate it, Aaron. See you then," Walker said, before disconnecting the call.

As Hotchner hung up the receiver, he thought about how rare it was for him to get a case asking for him and his team specifically. Usually the local police didn't care for calling in the FBI, but Hotchner knew that Walker wasn't like some of the law enforcement he had met in the past.

Hotchner pushed his chair away from his desk, stood up and went to collect his team. He hoped he could get some sleep on the plane, but he was definitely going to take to shower and change. He figured he would ask Morgan to check on him if he wasn't out of the shower in fifteen minutes.