[Criminal Minds] years before love

"Agent Hotchner, where do you want to start?"

Hotch looked at the tidy street behind him. Several corpses were found on this street in the early morning, and there were not many hidden places to see. Occasionally, a young man passed by on a skateboard, "Alisa's house."

Alisa Baker, 42, a housewife with a 17-year-old daughter, was the first victim of the tragic case.The first case usually reveals the most, and Hotch regrets that her body was destroyed by panicked residents before the police arrived, but he can't blame a grieving husband too much.

"Her husband was holding her and crying when we arrived. Anyway, I can understand how he felt."

Her husband and daughter Mia are at home.

The furnishings in the house are not just neat, they can barely be called tidy. The wedding photos and family portraits are still placed in the most prominent positions. It seems that someone is trying to keep everything normal in this house, but it is obvious that this person is not good at housework.

Hotch's gaze rests on the edge of the sofa for a few seconds longer.

"I heard, he's here again." Baker sent his daughter upstairs, frantically trying to make tea for them, but accidentally spilled it on the table.

"Janet this time." Rogers sighed. "Baker, this is Agent Hotchner. He wants to know about Alisa."

"About Alisa...do you have any leads? It's been two months and I still can't believe she's gone." Baker looked at Rogers. "Why her?"

"This is exactly the question we want to answer." Hotch looked at the family photo on the table, "Do you remember what happened that day?"

"It was Sunday. Alisa went to a party the night before, and I had some work to do at home." Baker looked at Rogers, and suddenly burst into tears, "Why didn't I go with her that day...that's me The last time I saw her alive."

"She went to the party alone? Aren't you nervous if you don't come back at night?"

"I was supposed to go with her." Baker sat across from them, lowering his head. "I thought she didn't come back after drinking too much... I planned to pick her up the next day."

"Alisa left the party around twelve o'clock," Rogers whispered to Hotch, "was found dead on the road early in the morning."

Hotch frowned, "Do you often party late into the night?"

Baker wiped away his tears and took another look at Rogers. "Saturday night, sometimes."

"Is there anything unusual about her these days?"

"No." Baker tried hard to recall for a moment, but still shook his head, "No."

"Can you think of anyone she might have had trouble with?"

"No, Alisa is very nice, everyone likes her." Baker still shook his head, "I can't imagine anyone doing that to her. I know everyone here, but now... I meet them, everyone, I Everyone wonders if he did those things to Alisa..."

He bit his lip and covered his face, "This is crazy."

"Baker, we'll get him," Rogers reassured him awkwardly.

"That's what you said two months ago." Baker let out a mischievous laugh with complete distrust, "But look at it now."

"We'll get him," Hotch said firmly, putting a hand on his arm.

Baker looked up at him in surprise, then nodded, "Yes."

"Where is their party?"

"Will's house."

Hotch nodded, indicating that Baker had nothing else to ask, and the two left quickly.

"Verified his alibi?" Hotch asked, glancing back at Baker's house again.

"Baker?" Rogers was stunned. "Baker can't be the murderer. He has no reason to kill Alisa. His daughter Mia said he was at home and had a few outgoing calls."

"Has he got a new girlfriend?"

"How is it possible, it's only been two months, and he loves Alisa very much."

Hotch frowned, stopped and turned around again.

"What's the matter?" Rogers also turned around in confusion, "Detective, even if Baker's alibi in this case is not so strong, when Edith died he troubled us because of this and was detained in the police station It's not him."

"No, it's just his little girl looking at us." Hotch's eyes stopped on the second-floor window sill, where the curtains were drawn.

"What?" Rogers was puzzled, "What does it matter?"

"I don't know." Hotch paused, the moment he turned his head just now, the little girl named Mia quickly closed the curtains.And besides, he was pretty sure that the thing he saw in the crevice of the sofa was an unused condom.

Plus the wife who is out partying alone.

Something is wrong here.