[Criminal Minds] years before love

Hotch sighed, "Honestly, he's still our colleague after all. I don't want to make him a suspect or something. I hope he really understands what is the right thing to do."

"Even if you haven't said it all the time, it's impossible for him to really not understand your hint." Rossi frowned, "I'm surprised that he is unwilling to disclose any information, so the small problems of private life shouldn't need to be concealed."

"In the eyes of most people, this is not a small problem. D□□e, they are not you." Hotch whispered, "I'm sure his colleagues will not accept this very well. If you consider your questionable economic problems , then his uneasiness is better understood. But is there any other possibility, such as Green’s disappearance has nothing to do with this case? It’s just an ordinary kidnapping and ransom, and he needs to ensure safety?”

"Although he fits the profile of the victim perfectly, it is of course possible - as a well-trained FBI, even if he is not a criminal investigator, it is completely unimaginable to encounter a kidnapping case and handle it in this way."

"Or did he really not know?"

"It doesn't look like it." Rossi looked at the person behind the one-way glass. "The only time he wavers is when you say that Green still has a chance to come back alive."

Hotch nodded slightly, "If it can be confirmed that his partner has been killed, he will probably insist on concealing it to preserve the reputation of the two of them—meaningless. Do we have any other breakthroughs for the time being?"

"There is no obvious intersection between the victims, and the places where the bodies were dumped are far away. However, I contacted some old friends and asked them to find such clubs for me, pass on warnings among possible victim groups, and look for possible survivors. Ross said helplessly, "It's not difficult to find this club, but it will take some time. But don't have too much hope for others. Even if there are survivors, the possibility of him contacting us is very small."

"He's found a group of potential victims who probably don't want his crimes exposed before he does." Hotch shot him a look, ignoring his own urge to investigate, and nodded in agreement, picking up the autopsy report to study, "His approach Is there anything special that can be identified?"

"Well, I can only say that it is not special in this circle, and the technique is very good." Ross said vaguely.

"Isn't this...too gentle?" Hotch thought for a few seconds before finding a barely appropriate adjective. Strictly speaking, these scars are not even abused, but almost within the range of taste acceptable to the public. In terms of experience, this level is far from satisfactory.

"If you're looking at him as a sadistic serial killer, that's too mild of course." Rossi pauses, a little embarrassed, "but most people don't really want to get hurt, not to mention these few obviously just want to relax . I don’t think people like them are really willing to surrender control, and the pain and tension is exciting — especially when you know it’s actually being controlled by you.”

Hotch stared at him, and after the two looked at each other for a moment, Hotch gritted his teeth, "I see."

"Aaron, we..."

Hotch stopped him from explaining, "Do they have a special kind of training for safety?"

"Of course. But again, these organizations are a bit difficult to find, let alone given their status, they will have the best service."

"Including confidentiality measures." Hotch's eyes fell on Jones in the interrogation room again, "I'm trying to give him another chance, and I hope he won't miss it this time."

He picked up a local map and pushed open the door of the interrogation room again. Jones turned to look at him, apparently a little loose, opened his mouth a few times, but finally remained silent.

Hotch slowly pushed the map and pen in front of him.

"I think you should know which way your partner will go home after get off work."

Jones could barely control the shaking of his fingers, managed to grab the pen, and asked, "Do you really think he's alive?"

"I just know that the longer you hesitate, the less likely he is alive." Hotch remained expressionless, not intending to waste any more time.

Jones sighed softly, dropped all defenses, picked up a pen and drew a dot on the map, and exclaimed, "I guess he'll hate me."

"Or you want him to thank you underground." Hotch looked at the mark on the map that was opposite to Green's address, "Is that all?"

"I just… dropped him off once." Jones avoided his gaze.