tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

In a bar in Las Vegas, Fionamars is drinking alone.

She just wants to be alone today, but there are always unrecognizable guys trying to strike up a conversation with her.Just when she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a familiar figure not far away.

She walked over quickly and asked in surprise, "trent?"

"Fiona." Trent greeted her not very enthusiastically, "What are you doing here?",

Fiona immediately noticed a young girl with short black hair sitting next to Trent.She dressed up quite individually, wearing a neutral t-shirt with jeans, if you didn't look carefully, you might think she was actually a boy.

Fiona couldn't help staring at her for a few more seconds.

"Hi, I'm Ruby." The girl suddenly extended her hand and greeted her with a bright smile, "Are you Trent's friend?"

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." Trent said coldly.

"Please, don't be so rude, Trent," said the girl named Ruby, "Hey Fiona, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

Trent stood up suddenly.

"No. I don't feel well, I have to go first." After she finished speaking, she hurried away.

"She's been like this lately. I guess she might be on her period," Ruby said with a shrug.She couldn't help but pull Fiona to sit down, and enthusiastically ordered a drink for her, "So you're from Las Vegas?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I love this place." Ruby said with a smile. Fiona notices a cute dimple on her face every time she smiles.

"So—how did you and Trent meet?" Fiona asked.

"Oh, we met in a club." Ruby replied, blowing bubbles through the straw, "Red Rose Club, have you heard of it?"

Atlanta Police Department.

Fiona stared at Tracey firmly, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"Because I just saw someone coming out of that girl's room when I arrived." She lightly stroked her hair, and said calmly as if chatting about the weather, "Rubygunter, that girl's name is that."

"But why didn't you call the police then?"

Tracey shook his head slightly.

"I can't." She smiled.

"Why?" Fiona frowned.

"Because my son was there," she said. "I saw them both rushing out of that room at the same time. By the time I broke into that room, that poor girl, Trentstawart, was dying."

"Your son is here?"

"Yes. Do you know how much such things will affect his future?" The smile on Tracey's face restrained a little, "I can't let this kind of thing destroy him. Of course, I once suspected that it was him He did. But he swore afterwards that he wasn't the murderer."

"So you believed him?"

Tracey showed an exaggerated surprised expression, "Of course! He is my son, I should know if he is lying. Anyway, he told me that the girl named Ruby injected Trent with an overdose of heroin. He tried to stop it, but Failed."

Fiona immediately recalled Alick's words.

"Your son said you suspected he had murdered someone," Fiona said.

"Oh, yes," said Tracey immediately, "I pretended not to believe him. I've been blaming him for that murder for years."

"What?" Fiona couldn't understand her reason for doing this, "Why did you do that?"

"Oh, Agent Mars. My son has never been a good baby." Tracey sighed. "Since he was 15 years old, he has been trying to provoke me on purpose - through some childish behavior."

She paused, and the expression on her face became much more serious.

"This incident just gave me a chance to let him understand that no matter what he did, I will always be his mother. And he also needs a lesson. He should know how to consider the possible consequences of everything he does .”

"So you are trying to control your son in this way." Fiona finally understood what she meant.

"Are you accusing me of being a control freak?" Tracey's delicate brow furrowed.

"Maybe," Fiona said, "tell me how you and Trent met."

"Oh, pardon the dead - that girl is not a slick," Tracey said, "She and my son met at a club, you've probably heard of that damn club - excuse me Rude. She soon heard from my stupid son who his mother was."

"So Trent blackmailed you?" Fiona asked quickly.

Tracey nodded slightly.

"When I heard about it, I went to Las Vegas myself," she said. "I gave the girl a lot of money and hoped she would keep it a secret."

"Looks like you should thank that girl named Ruby." Fiona said sarcastically.

"No, I didn't. It's always wrong to kill anyway," Tracey said flatly.

Fiona ignored her and walked out of the room quickly.

Sarah and Garcia quickly found rubygunter information in the system.

"Oh, this girl is not a cheap lamp." Sarah stared at the screen and said.

"Traceyonions just said the exact same thing," Fiona said.

"Then she's right," Sarah said. "Rubygunter was 19 and was arrested twice for drug dealing and charged for beating up a 17-year-old girl for mocking her family."

"Her family?" Rossi asked.

"Yes." Garcia said with a heavy tone, "This is the main point we want to tell you. According to the information, she was an orphan and was adopted by three families successively, but according to the blocked files - she was actually Brandon Housman's daughter."

"Brandon Housman?" Reid asked in surprise.

"You know?" Fiona asked.

"That's Brandon Housman." Rossi looked at Fiona in surprise, "How come you don't know him?"

Fiona looked at Reid for help, "Give me some science, doctor."

"Brandon Housman, also known as the country butcher." Reid said quickly, "17 years ago he was arrested for torturing and murdering eleven people. Kidnap them, lock them up in a back room he built in the basement of his house, and beat them until they die. Then he'll cut up the bodies, put them in bags and throw them away."

"What a pervert," Garcia said in disgust.

"So Ruby was probably abused as a child," Fiona sighed. "The abused became the abuser again. So how do we find her?"

"She doesn't have a job, she doesn't have a credit card on file," Garcia said, tapping her keyboard. "She's like a ghost."

"But she's not a ghost. She needs to eat and sleep too," Fiona said.

"But I can't find any records about her." Garcia said, "Since two years ago, she seems to have disappeared from the world. Unless she died, there will be no trace at all."

"—or maybe she's actually staying with someone," Sarah said, "so she doesn't have to keep any records."

Reid and Fiona looked at each other at the same time. Fiona immediately understood what he was thinking.

Fiona hurried back to the room where Tracey was.

"Who lives in that basement?" she asked straight to the point.

"what?"

"There was a mattress in that basement, and there was a lot of hair on it," Fiona said. "Who would put a mattress in a basement by itself? Someone must have lived there."

"I don't know." The smile on Tracey's face disappeared and he said stiffly.

"rubygunter," Fiona asked coldly, "you kept her locked in that basement, right?"

"I said I don't know." Tracey said impatiently, "What are you talking about?"

Fiona stared at her expression, not sure if she was telling the truth.

At this time, Agent Rossi suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Tell me where your son is." He propped his hands on the table and asked coldly, staring into Tracey's face.

"I do not……"

"Don't try to be sloppy." Rossi said unceremoniously, "I know you hid him. He has nowhere else to go, so he must be the first to ask you for help. You warned him not to drive his own car." car, and put him on a bus to divert the attention of the police. I know you are helping him, tell me where the hell is he now?"

Tracey was overwhelmed by his aggressive questioning.Her chest heaved violently, and she was speechless for a while.

"Your son shot an FBI agent." Rossi said forcefully, "You know you can't hold him firmly for the rest of your life. He's a real person. He's wanted all over the country now. You can't let him He lives in hiding forever."

He said, his tone suddenly softened a little, "The only way you can help him now is to make him surrender. Detective Alick's injuries are not serious, so your son is not a brutal murderer, he is just a frightened kid. Don't make him a real criminal."

Tracey opened his mouth pale.

After a few long seconds, she said hoarsely, "I'll tell you the address."

The author has something to say: take advantage of the relatively free time today, make more, and finish this case quickly. . .

The next chapter will probably close the case.

For the sake of double watch, I knelt down and begged to leave a message. . . quq