"Aaron found traces of the injection between the victim's toes. I guess the suspect wanted him to pretend to have died of a heart attack." Rossi said to Jacques who had just rushed over, "Besides, this house is very strange, just like me. The same one I saw at Fagan's house..."

Jacques also felt the difference. He walked around the living room and said, "Armored glass, ahem, there are six heavy locks on the front door..."

Hotch came over and opened a small black box on the carpet.

Jacques took a look and said, "Twenty thousand cash, ahem, oh, Browning M1911, good gun."

Rossi slapped Jacques' fumbling hand to touch his hand and the gun. He didn't feel right, and said, "Is he running for his life? Look, he still has his passport."

Hotch, recalling Morgan saying that their attackers were armed with assault rifles and walking like they were trained in the military, shared the same hunch with Rossi, saying: "Three of the six dead were from Europe, no matter what they were involved in. Or what it involves, it should not happen on American soil."

"Did Garcia find out what was going on between them?" Morgan walked in and asked.

Jacques said: "Byron Delaney's mobile phone has been taken back to her by Reid, and the result has not yet come out, but looking at the call records in the mobile phone, he once called the previous family, and it only took a few seconds."

"That's not even enough to finish a sentence," Emily said, wrapping herself in a police-provided blanket, "but it's still too late."

"If he alerted the two families in front, who alerted him?" Rossi asked.

Hotch shook his head and said, "Maybe in person, not on the phone. Go back first, we need to sort it out. Morgan, did you send the photo to Reid?"

"Passed."

"What photo?" Jacques asked.

Emily stomped her feet, feeling that her numb feet regained a little feeling. She replied to Jacques: "The one who was shot was probably just a child. He had a tattoo on his wrist, but he was hit by a bullet. I can't see it." clear."

Jacques nodded thoughtfully, looked at Emily's blue lips, took off his coat and handed it to her, and said, "Didn't you read the weather forecast? The temperature is very low these days, and There may be another rain later. Put it on, hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m wearing several layers of warm clothes inside.”

Emily was really freezing, and the blanket didn't have much insulation, so she just hesitated for a while, took the overcoat, and let out a long sigh of relief after putting it on.

"Thank you," she said.

**

Reid was still sitting at his desk looking at the photos on the computer trying to draw a complete tattoo design, JJ pasted Byron Delaney's photo on the whiteboard, and turned around to find that everyone was back.

"Where's Garcia?" Hotch asked.

JJ replied, "She went for that... oh, back." She looked towards the doorway behind Hotch. Garcia walked towards this side quickly with her small bag in hand.

"Quick! Guess what I found!" Panting heavily, Garcia looked at everyone excitedly, and before anyone could answer, she replied, "That reporter posted that article on the Internet but was later deleted for no reason. I'm going to find him..."

"Garcia, you should have asked us before you went, it's too…" Hotch said disapprovingly.

"Dangerous? Well, sir, listen to me first, okay?" Garcia said quickly, "He told me to follow the money to check, and then I found out that the newspaper was controlled by a multinational group, and then I checked this one Group, I found that this group is very large and has a very wide range of businesses! Listen to this, it operates oil, high-tech, sea, aviation, land transportation, and more importantly, all companies under this group have employment with the same company Relationships - CWS."

Hotch asked, "The Clearwater security company? They're private counterintelligence companies, not bound by the Geneva Conventions."

"Let me guess," Rossi said, "were three of our victims employees of this company?"

"Bingo!" Garcia said, "but once, seven years ago."

The sensitive numbers made the bad premonition in Emily's heart more and more clear. She lowered her head and bit her nails, not knowing what she was thinking.

Garcia held up the tattoo Reid had just drawn, squinted, and asked, "Huh? Did I just see this?"

Reid glanced at Jacques, who was holding hot water and looking confused, he stood up abruptly, and walked to Jacques' place. On his desk was the white card that fell out of the envelope.

JJ turned the card over, and it was the exact same tattoo on Reid's draft paper.

Emily's eyes widened. She looked at Jacques in disbelief, who was still confused and didn't know what happened. A person flashed through her mind, a person who didn't even have a name.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard Morgan coming from the door and said, "People from CWS came and said they wanted to see people from BAU."

Hotch nodded, gestured to Reid, and went out with Morgan.

Reid took a deep breath, he glanced at Rossi, and Rossi said to him, "Let's go to the analysis room."

**

"So, you think this, ahem, has something to do with me?" Jacques looked at the nervous everyone in disbelief and shouted.

Reid put the card and the draft in front of him together, and the exact same pattern seemed to explain everything.

But Jacques still looked like he didn't know what happened, and he didn't understand what kind of danger he was in. He still insisted on his statement "I don't know, I have no memory of this at all."

Emily's palms were covered with sweat. She squinted her eyes and looked at Jacques, who was pale because of coughing. She finally knew who gave her the crucial profile eight years ago, and finally got the answer to the question she was thinking about, but It's so hopeless.

"Do you really have no memory?" Emily stared at those beautiful eyes and asked, "If it's like what Garcia said, it should have happened seven or eight years ago. Think again, eh?"

"Emily, ahem, don't be so anxious." Jacques shrugged and said, "Seven or eight years ago, ahem, I was still in Syria, what can I do with CWS? By the way, stop biting your nails gone."

Reid turned his head and saw Emily putting her hands into her coat in a panic, huh?That's Jacques' clothes, right?

JJ sighed, she also went to the battlefield, and that was one of the most painful memories she didn't want to mention, she patted Jacques on the shoulder comfortingly.

Hotch finished talking with the CWS guy, feeling more and more that things were not so simple.

He and Morgan came out of the top-secret meeting room, stayed in the tea room and thought about how to proceed with the follow-up, before coming to the analysis room.

"Jacques, did you remember anything?" he asked.

"No, ahem," Jacques said innocently, "if I could get more hints, maybe..."

Morgan smiled, handed him a piece of paper, and said, "No, the hint you want."

Hotch said to everyone: "People from CWS heard that we are investigating the case of their employees who died unexpectedly, and they came over and gave us these." He stopped talking, walked over to close the door of the analysis room, paused, and then said: "They had a mission a few years ago to hunt down an escaped IRA leader, who goes by the alias Ian Doyle. A small team of them managed the mission, but word came out this month from the prison where he was being held that Doyle had escaped. "

"Is he targeting the people who used to capture him?" JJ asked.

Emily suddenly felt cold, and she shivered.

"No," Jacques said. "If it's the person who captured them, why did all the family members of the two people in front die?"

"So that includes their families?" Morgan asked tentatively.

Emily bit her nails unconsciously again.

Garcia turned on the computer and entered the name, only to find that this person was wanted nationwide. She said: "Unless this person has a pair of wings, it is possible to escape from this special zone where his wanted portraits are everywhere."

"Maybe he just wants revenge," Hotch said. "Emily, you used to be Interpol. Have you ever heard of that name?"

"It sounds familiar. But, well, I don't know very well." Emily said slowly, rubbing her fingers against the meticulous stitching of the coat cuffs, and said, "Maybe I can ask my former colleagues."

Morgan said: "I'll go to the previous scene to see if there are other discoveries."

"Yeah. Go with Emily, she might be more experienced." Hotch looked at JJ's photo of Doyle on the whiteboard with his hands on his hips and sighed. It's rare for BAU to encounter this kind of known suspect but can't catch or even be sure the victim's case.

Speaking of the victim, he turned to Jacques and said: "Although I don't know what you have to do with this, but you still don't act alone, Jacques, you have to be with us until this case is over. "

"Okay." Jacques nodded with a cute look.

**

"... Now all the Interpol and agents who were involved in his arrest are likely to be his targets..."

Jacques sat on the swivel chair in the analysis room and looked through the clean glass windows into the crowded hall. Representatives from five organizations had already arrived, and the number was still increasing.

Hotch stood in front of the crowd and carefully released the profile. After discussing with Rossi, BAU decided to treat this as a general case. It began to analyze Doyle's thoughts and ideas from the first step after he escaped from prison. The purpose is to Find potential victims before he does.

Since he was one of the possible victims, Jacques was kept within fifty paces of the BAU team.

He is now going to pour some water, and Reid will follow behind him every step of the way.

Jacques rubbed his hair irritably. After Reid cut his hair, Jacques always felt unaccustomed to it, not to mention that there was a small twitch on the front of his forehead that turned back. The point is, Morgan said that Reid had cut his hair like this before. The hairstyle was laughed at by Hotch, so now it's all about him.

Jacques pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Probably because of the sudden drop in temperature today, coupled with some colds, his head started to hurt again.He thought for a while, and walked out of the analysis room with the cup in his hand. He remembered that Garcia had put the bottle of aspirin in... Well, he bent down and opened the drawer on Reid's left side, and as expected, he saw the familiar small bottle.

Jacques poured two pills in satisfaction, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Emily slipping away quietly.

"Strange," he thought, "Hotch's profile isn't over yet."

He conveniently put the medicine bottle in his pocket, but involuntarily chased after him, watching the elevator go down to the parking lot on the basement level.

He looked back at Reid, who was still listening carefully, and hesitated for a while. He remembered many vulgar plots where the team members singled out the big villain without telling others, and finally died tragically. He was a little worried. If Emily had something to hide from everyone ...It makes sense, at least Jacques has never seen her so flustered, her thumb nails are almost eaten by her, and Hotch said that she used to be an Interpol...

Jacques presses the button of the elevator, he wants to chase Emily back.

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