[CM] THE CASE

Freedom is how you cope with what you experience. - Sartre

JJ thanked the cooperating staff, who quickly waved and recommended several artworks to her, but she declined with a smile.She didn't know how she got back to the car, and why she was able to break out in a cold sweat under the bright sun.After returning to the car to calm down, she fell silent while looking at the information in her hand.

After a long time, JJ took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of their supervisor.

On the other side, Garcia finally broke free from the vast ocean of data and analyzed the doorway in Griffith's phone.She broke into Hotch's office at the point where he hung up the phone: "I found out!"

Hotch said heavily, "Talk."

"There is one thing I don't understand." Garcia said quickly, "The program in Griffith's phone will locate and copy emails in real time. Internet, via Bluetooth."

"Bluetooth devices have to be matched in close proximity, so I looked up matches. Here's someone you'd never expect—"

"John Walker." Hotch cut her off. "Look up this guy."

Garcia's expression was a mixture of "how do you know" and "mission guaranteed" shouts.But Hotch was her boss, so she didn't say the previous question, so she could only stand at attention and say, "Yes, sir."

She returned to the computer room in a daze, and heard Hotch standing on the second floor calling: "Emily, come to my office."

Emily put down the work at hand, went to the second floor and knocked on the door of Hotch's office.

"Come in." Hotch looked up. "Close the door, thank you."

Emily closed the door and sat down in front of him.

"We might have to ask Walker to come to the bureau." Hotch lowered his voice, "JJ found out that the buyer was him. Also, Garcia just told me that Walker has been receiving Griffith's emails."

"John Walker?" Emily frowned, "No, he doesn't fit the profile."

"He's a part of it," Hotch said. "He has a certain social status, and access to Griffith would not be suspected. It's just…"

"He has a fiancée." Emily said, "It is difficult for a general personality disorder to have a long-term and stable relationship with others, let alone establish a family relationship. From this aspect alone, I think his suspicion is very small."

"But he can't get away with it," Hotch said. "JJ confirmed that the pendulum clocks were a pair. We can't detain him for that, but we can ask him to cooperate with the investigation. If he can't tell where the other is, then he You must be hiding something."

Emily's heart moved: "You mean..."

There is someone behind him?

"But he's Nelson's son-in-law after all," Hotch said. "I know your background, and I hope you can help me if I try to move him."

Emily froze for a moment.

Her boss glanced at her, as if he had seen through some facts, but also as if he didn't know anything.

Unspoken.

Emily collected herself: "Yes, sir."

This is the second time I went downstairs to Walker's house, and I can clearly feel the different atmosphere of the street. Hotch waved to Emily, and they went upstairs together, knocked on the door, and asked Walker to cooperate with the investigation.

"Where are you taking John?" Sally asked helplessly, "John?"

Walker looked calm.He even thought about comforting Sally, promising that he would be back tomorrow. Hotch asked someone to accompany him, and gave Emily a wink. Emily understood, and said a few words to Sally, trying to calm her down.

"I can give Nelson a call," she said. "Need to ask him to stay with you?"

Sally shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed her: "Is... related to Foster?"

"Some things are not clear here, don't worry, we are not people who don't know right from wrong." Emily said, "I want to look around, is that okay?"

"Of course." Sally promised, "I'm not familiar with this place either, sorry, I can't show you around."

Even if she was familiar with it, Emily couldn't bear to let her lead the way, not to mention, she came to find the pendulum clock.

Emily looked around and talked to Sally: "Did you just get out of the nursing home?"

"Yes, John asked for leave for me, let me come out for the holidays, and take a breather by the way." Sally said.

Hotch mused over the landscape painting on the wall.

The tone of the landscape painting is dark, and a beam of light breaks through the layers of branches and leaves, becoming the most dazzling color in the whole picture.

But this place looks a little familiar.

Hotch observed carefully, but he didn't remember where it was, but the inconspicuous inscription in the corner made him squint his eyes.

That recurring abbreviation held the whole case together, and Hotch turned to him and asked, "Can we take the painting?"

She doesn't know the painting?

On the other hand, Emily came out of the master bedroom and shook her head at him—it couldn't be found.

Hotch frowned even more.

"It's nothing." He said to Sally, pointing to the painting on the wall, motioning for Emily to take it.

Sally sat on the sofa alone, looking extremely helpless.

"Excuse me, I spoke to Mr. Nelson, he's on his way." Hotch nodded at her, "We should go."

"Have a glass of milk," Griffith heard the man say, and then he heard a soft thud, the sound of the cup hitting the table. Griffith tentatively reached out in the direction of the voice, and the man gently took his wrist, guiding him to the warm mug.

Europeans and Americans usually drink iced milk, but Griffith likes to drink it hot, following the oriental habit.He has an Asian physique and is more or less uncomfortable with lactose. Warm milk will make him much more comfortable.

Griffith drank it slowly and asked, "Where did you get the milk? It's delicious."

"I ordered it, and it will be delivered every morning. If you like, I can order more."

Griffith shook his head.

Maybe the milkman can be used?

But first, he needed to get Jason to let his guard down.

"Didn't you answer the two questions honestly?" He raised his head, "Yesterday you didn't answer me."

The man laughed: "I answered, but it's not comprehensive. Don't you enjoy the process of your own analysis?"

"You said you were my brother," Griffith said. "My biological father was a human trafficker, and there was no way I could have a son in America. So..."

"You're James' kid, right?"

Jason was silent for a long time before replying, "Is this the first question of the day?"

Griffith nodded.

"That's right." He laughed, "Dad said you were smart, and I never believed it." There was an uncomfortable arrogance in his words, which Griffith guessed was due to his superior IQ.

He finished his milk and Jason tried to remove the glass for him when Griffith suddenly grabbed his hand.

He wears gloves.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.He gently broke away from Griffith's hand and brought the glass over.

Griffith shook his head, not speaking.

"You have one question left today," he said. "However, the first question was brilliant, and I was surprised. Looking forward to your next question."

The second question Griffith has an idea, he just needs to consider the way of asking.Because according to yesterday's experience, if you want to pry clues from his mouth, the question should not be too general. It is best to use him to confirm your hypothesis.

That's the question that haunts Griffith and his colleagues: Why did Jason kidnap him?Is there anything special about him?

Morgan poured two cups of coffee just in time to touch Rossi.Their non-embarrassing foreign aid smiled at him. Morgan subconsciously went to Gideon.

These two old people have been inseparable for the past few days. Morgan, who was stimulated by Reid's incident, always has a ridiculous feeling of "they can't be a couple" every time he sees them. Rossi noticed what he was looking for and said to him, "Don't worry, Gideon isn't here, I'll have a chat with you."

Morgan had to find a place to sit down.

"I mentioned a few words to little Griffith, I don't want him to disappear like this." Rossi said with emotion, "If you want to investigate, don't check the cause of death, check his life. The value of a person does not depend on him actions?"

Morgan looked at him dubiously.

"Dave." Gideon didn't know when he stood at the door of the tea room with a serious expression, "Come here."

Rossi winked at Morgan, got up and followed Gideon into the office.

They had quarreled over this matter so many times, Gideon didn't bother to say any more, just let him read the report: "This is the fire report from that year, take a look."

The fire that year ruined the lives of James' wife and children, and was determined to be an accident after investigation. Rossi knew about this, flipped through the report and found nothing wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Although the official said so, there is a local rumor. On the day of the fire, Jason's classmate Harold disappeared, and the neighbors believed that he set the fire. However, because he had been missing for too long, he was already dead by default. Gideon explained briefly, and continued, "But I just received a message from them that the address Reid mentioned earlier is registered under Harold's name."

Rossi raised an eyebrow.

"Are you interested in going to see it?"