CM The future I see without you

"Hey, Jacques, why are you here alone?" Morgan pushed open the door and walked in, looking at the boy sitting in the swivel chair seriously and circling in a strange way.

"Oh, are you back?"

"What about Hotch?" Emily asked.

"They're going to take a test." Jacques stepped on his legs and stopped, his head still a little dizzy and uncomfortable.

"then you…"

"Oh, anyway, I know about the same as Reid. I'm thinking here, since I found the relationship between the No.1 victim and the No.3 victim, then No.1, I mean the teacher, and her What does it matter?" Jacques hesitated, "After all, JJ asked his husband and found that Claire Westchester is an ordinary retired teacher."

Emily found an empty seat and sat down, and said boldly, "Could it be that our suspect is a former student of hers?"

Morgan thought it made sense, adding: "JJ said that Claire Westchester is a teacher who is very concerned about her students. If our suspect is one of her students, then she is likely to pay attention to the child's abuse or other circumstances, and put him Report to the relevant agency."

"This is likely to be her, which caused the murderer to be separated from his original family."

"No." Morgan interrupted Emily's conjecture, saying, "The murderer was too young to remember everyone's names. Not to mention that the files at that time were not electronic, and he could not have obtained such information."

"So," Emily said with wide-eyed eyes, "he has an accomplice. A parent!" Quickly finishing Morgan's conjecture, Emily turned on the computer and was about to notify Garcia when the screen turned on by itself.

"Hey, Jacques, you let me check the results." Garcia's cheerful voice sounded instantly, and Emily turned her head to see the hateful smile on Jacques' face.

"So you already guessed it?"

"But Garcia's verification is still needed." Jacques was too lazy to stand up, so he sat on the chair and slowly moved to the computer, asking, "So Garcia, what did you find?"

"Randy Martin, no criminal record, stable job, recently engaged, looks like a good citizen of the United States, but!" Garcia continued after pressing Enter, "The problem is her biological mother, look at your computer , man."

"Flora Martin." Morgan only read one name, and was surprised by the follow-up information, and silently re-read it.

"What's wrong?" Reid came back from the test and found that the atmosphere in the analysis room was very serious.

"Look here." Jacques handed him his tablet and said, "I think we might have a suspect."

"Flora Martin, 71 years old, the daughter of a valley farmer in Atlanta, according to records, at the age of 30 was hitchhiking when she was sexually assaulted by the truck driver to the toilet in the truck rest room, and gave birth to Randy Martin in the local hospital a year later, but Incarcerated in the local psychiatric hospital jail for killing six truck drivers and child abuse." Hotch finished reading from the tablet and looked at Rossi.

"So the mother and son are reunited, and the son kills people according to the list given by the mother." Rossi said, "This pattern will not stop easily. Who else will be on the kill list? Or, what will happen after the kill list ends? ?”

The answer couldn't be more obvious: Randy Martin either becomes a knife in the hands of his mother and continues to kill for her, or he starts to kill.

Everyone fell into a moment of silence.

Hotch hung up the phone and said, "JJ and Jacques went to Randy Martin's house first, and the rest went to the prison where Flora Martin was. His boss said he didn't go to work. He probably went to visit her mother."

**

"Safe!" Reid yelled, looking around, putting down his gun.

Jacques followed the police officers behind and entered the house, which was more like a disaster scene after a hurricane than a house.

Reid put away the gun/gun worriedly, looked at the broken vase fragments on the ground, and the stump of the chair, and said to Jacques: "There are traces of fierce fighting, Randy is already very angry, he can hardly control himself..."

"And it looks like he has caught our next victim." Jacques casually looked at the food in the window and said.

"Randy's fiancée…." Reid blamed himself a little, he should have thought of that sooner.

The doctor turned around, but saw Jacques standing there in the kitchen, his face covered with sweat, his face pale and almost transparent.

Reid walked over quickly, and saw that the back of the window was full of medicine bottles.

He stepped over Jacques and swept the contents out. Jacques didn't even have time to stop him when he heard the doctor read the label on the bottle gently.

"Risperidone, olanzapine, quetiapine..." Reid picked up the last bottle and said, "Aspirin."

"Oh," Jacques opened his mouth, but found that his throat was extremely dry, but he continued, "It seems that he does have mental problems, uh, doesn't he?"

"Oh, oh." Reid was silent, thinking of his mother.

The silence between the two was broken by the sudden ringing of the bell.

"Um, Hotch." Reid answered the phone.

Jacques' head started to hurt again, and the text on the label of the medicine bottle in front of him began to blur and rotate, and as Reid answered the phone, his temples began to throb wildly, and the back of his head became dizzy.He thought of the gentle female voice that sounded, he thought of the nightmare that haunted him every night, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

He knew that Reid was right next to him, he should be brave, there was still a victim not found, the case was not over yet, he should be brave.

"Hotch said they caught Randy Martin in prison, but Randy Martin refused to plead guilty." Reid said to Jacques, his eyes still on the phone screen, "Randy Martin's mother is indeed the one behind the command, but..."

"But she also refused to cooperate with us." Jacques exhaled softly, wiped off the cold sweat without a trace, and said, "Since Randy Martin appeared in prison, it is very likely that his fiancée may still be alive."

"But we don't know where she is," Reid said worriedly.

Jacques raised his eyebrows and made a bold guess: "Flora Martin killed 6 truck drivers, why did he stop?"

Reid thought about it. It was clearly written in the information. Flora Martin escaped for nearly a month after killing six more truck drivers. She could have continued to hide, but she stopped and the police caught her in a valley outside the city. she.

"I think," Jacques said, walking quickly to the police car parked outside, "Why did Flora Martin single out truck drivers? Why did he stop after killing six more truck drivers? Could the sixth man be Randy's father? If Randy's killing skills From the mother, then there always needs to be a first victim."

"You mean..." Reid shuddered. Even though he knew that human nature was complicated, he was gentle and kind-hearted and always hoped that the world would be better, especially in the great identity of a mother.

"It's just what you think." Jacques opened the driver's door, motioned for Reid to get in, and sat in the passenger seat.

Reid was a bit unaccustomed to driving. He started the Chevrolet in a strange way, and he heard Jacques next to him ask Garcia on the phone, "Hey, beauty, I want to ask where is the valley where Flora Martin grew up?"

**

Hotch and the others were closer to the valley field. When Reid arrived, there were police cars parked outside the valley field. Morgan and Emily rescued the woman who was about to collapse.

A shallow crescent moon loomed in the sky, and everyone was relieved that the woman was still alive, and a tragedy had a fairly happy ending.

With Reid still in the driver's seat, the Chevrolet cooled and quieted in the cold wind.He turned his head, and Jacques rested his chin on the edge of the car window, staring blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

The white linen shirt softly wrapped the boy's slender waist, exuding a warm scent faintly in the cold night.

Reid knew now that he should get out of the car and find Morgan, or call hotch.But he just couldn't help himself, he'd even forgotten the fear he'd had when he saw Randy's about schizophrenia drugs.

Jacques was in a daze, his thick and curly eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly, trembling quietly in the night.

Reid suddenly thought, if he is afraid of the disease because of the genetic probability, then what is Jacques afraid of?