[Criminal Minds] years before love

Will's house is at the end of the road.

Hotch followed Rogers and opened the door. Standing at the entrance, he saw the wine glasses on the table in the living room, many of which still had liquid in them. He raised his eyebrows, "Another party?"

"Yes." Will stopped in front of them, looked at Rogers suspiciously, and said hesitantly, "What's the problem? It's not illegal. Who are you?"

"FBI, Agent Hotchner." Hotch looked him over quickly, a few small dark marks on his neck.

"Will throws a party every Saturday," Rogers whispered to him. "It's been a few years, not recently."

"Mind if we take a look?" Hotch looked around.

Will hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "I really want to help you, but I can't, I'm sorry I don't mind. Rogers, I don't welcome you here, let alone bring an outsider - if you want to search, bring a search warrant , otherwise find someone who can make me trust you and bring you here."

Hotch didn't seem very surprised, stopped Rogers who wanted to argue, and stood there and said, "Maybe you remember Alisa, she was here two months ago."

"Alisa used to be our regular customer." Will looked at him for a while and nodded, "I'm very sorry."

"Alone?" Hotch wondered.

"No." Will replied as he led the two out of the door, "Most of the time they are together as a couple, but she was indeed alone that day."

"Is there anything unusual?"

"No. She drank a lot and had a good time."

Rogers interjected, "Don't you think you should send her home?"

"Why?" Will asked puzzled, "She won't get lost, there's no danger—"

Hotch lifted his eyelids and gave him a sideways look.

Will paused, and sighed softly, "I mean, there was no danger at first. In the town... you should know that even if she fell asleep on the side of the road, there shouldn't be any danger."

Hotch was still staring at him.

Will raised his hands, "You don't suspect me anymore, do you? Rogers, you can investigate, I was at home that day."

"If you would provide a list of the people who came to the party that day."

"There's no such thing." Will shrugged. "This is a fixed party, every Saturday, and everyone can come after the introduction."

He suddenly looked at Hotch and raised the corner of his mouth ambiguously, and leaned in front of him, "If you had come a day earlier, I would probably be very willing to invite you."

"Has anyone called her?" Hotch ignored him and continued asking.

"I don't remember exactly, actually, but I don't think so. Look, it was horrible. Alisa was a nice neighbor, but I really don't know who did it."

"Are Edith and Maria your regular customers too?"

"Although it's strange to say that, they come here often...but their deaths have nothing to do with me!"

Hotch glanced casually at the garden, then changed the subject abruptly, "I guess Janet was with you last night?"

"Janet? No, no, she wasn't there last night." Will stepped back, glared at him, and turned sharply to Rogers, "Didn't you say that Janet also…"

Rogers nodded. "Her son said she said goodbye after dinner and said she was coming to your place."

"Janet..." Will was stunned for a while, sighed, and then shook his head vigorously, "She didn't come last night, she said she would come, but she didn't show up."

"You don't think there is a problem?" Hotch frowned, "Didn't you confirm?"

"She can go wherever she wants without telling me." Will pouted.

Hotch was a little helpless, he knew very well that Will was not the murderer and had nothing to do with what happened, and he could understand the other party's non-cooperative attitude, he just wanted to judge whether those murders were related to what happened here.

"Was Baker there last night?" he asked.

Will's eyes flickered, but he didn't lie, "Yes. He is still immersed in Alisa's death, I just hope he feels better."

Hotch nodded, he didn't have much to ask anymore.

"Detective, I hope you can catch him." Will said suddenly, sending them to the garden gate.

Hotch turned around and took another look at his house, and said, instead of answering, "No kids."

Will's face turned red in an instant, "I swear, there are no children."

Rogers looked at the conversation between the two of them inexplicably, and when Hotch returned to the car, he immediately asked suspiciously, "What were you talking about last?"

"Rogers, you have no idea what their so-called party is." Hotch paused for an answer.

"I don't know." Rogers was puzzled. "They've been doing it on Saturdays. I'm usually on the night shift that night. Uh, I don't like a lot of people together. Is that?"

"Sex party." Hotch glanced at him, then looked out the window.

Rogers almost hit the curb, "What? But how would you know!"

"Too much alcohol, no parties with teens and kids." Hotch shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything more.

"Is this related to the murder?"

"It's hard to say." In a city, Hotch would have no hesitation in judging that the two are related, but it's so small that he just saw at least 20 wine glasses on the table, and it's likely that most of the families here have participated This so-called gathering cannot distinguish the victim from the crowd.

But it is also possible that all are potential victims.