While Rossi fidgeted standing in front of Hotch's window staring at the church across the street, Hotch was also tense.

Prosecutors made a deal with John Hart not to prosecute him, and in exchange he gave the names of the person who bullied him and the friend who gave him the box.The former was immediately referred to the Special Victims Unit for investigation, while the latter was an older friend of his, Gregory Owen, divorced parents, high school dropout, unemployed, some misdemeanors, no real jail time, and occasional odd jobs.

In order not to startle the enemy, Hotch and Lee decided not to arrest him for the time being, but sent someone to follow him.

Soon the stalker followed Owen and found a hut in the suburbs, which seemed to store a lot of inflammables and small sculptures. He highly suspected that someone was making dangerous items. Although there were not many people entering and leaving, it was enough to show that this Not personal behavior.

After receiving this news, Hotch looked at the map of New York for a long time. The locations were so disorganized that he couldn't do any more profiling. He couldn't judge their possible next crime location. He could only say that he hoped it wasn't in Times Square.Eventually he concluded, "We've got to bring him back."

"But you started saying that might alarm them?" Officer Lee was puzzled.

"Before I didn't confirm that my guess was correct. But now I think Hart really doesn't know more, and we need accurate information." Hotch frowned, "They spent so much time experimenting and making ignition devices that there is no purpose , no time to find someone to sneak in or think of other ways, we have to stop them before they do. We can get Hart to ask him out."

"Will he come?"

"If he is willing to take the risk to stand up for Hart, I think the two of them should have a good relationship and it's worth a try."

Despite Hart's reluctance, he still made an appointment. Owen didn't doubt him, and even expressed some concern that he would arrive as soon as possible because he felt anxious in his tone.

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing." After putting down the phone, Hart whispered.

"John, you're saving him." Hotch patted him on the shoulder. "It's too late for this to happen."

"I understand." Hart forced a smile and watched them leave.

As soon as Owen, who was unprepared, showed up, he was immediately controlled and taken to the police station.

He obviously didn't intend to cooperate.

Hotch observed the young man, his white jeans, his shirt with the sleeves rolled up three buttons undone, revealing a small piece of his chest where the tattoos could be seen.He clenched his fists and stared at the door, his whole body tensed.

"He was able to get the kindling from there, and decided to give it to an outsider." Lee eagerly wanted to make him speak, "He can definitely tell us what we want to know."

Hotch shook his head. "He's not important."

"why?"

"He's too careless." Hotch's gaze stayed on the faintly visible tattoo. "Anyone who can do this will never be as extravagant as he is."

"That?"

"And if he was an important person, I wouldn't catch him so quickly." Hotch smiled, "But you're right, he can enter the warehouse and get things, which shows that he is at least not just the lowest executive Or, that's enough for us, and he'll be easier to talk to than the real top guys."

"What can we do now?"

"What about the old man's case? Any leads?"

"There is no physiological evidence." Lee shook his head, "The source of the chain has not yet been determined. Do you have any ideas?"

"I was wondering where he got that statue from."

"You're saying that was actually done by one of their guys? It's just not part of the plan?"

"No, don't forget about the accelerant." Hotch hesitated for a moment, "The modus operandi of that case was completely different. In fact, I'm getting more and more suspicious that the murderer is most likely... a firefighter."

"But we have checked that the reporter is not suspected."

"I'm not referring to him. It could be a trainee firefighter, so he can take the statue from another fire. And he's probably very young, with little sexual experience." Hotch pursed his lips, "Just giving a direction. In addition, send someone to keep an eye on that warehouse, but don't act rashly."

"clear."

Hotch glanced at Owen, who was already starting to feel a little anxious, "I'll talk to him."

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