In the police station, the team members were giving the profiling to the officers. Unlike in the past, they had always done the profiling together. This time, Hotch was the one who did it.
"Grim Reaper fits our description of a murderer without a specific target. Unlike most serial killers, he doesn't target a specific type of victim. Although he pays more attention to young female victims, he's a predator in essence. He'll kill anyone. "Hotch's slightly low voice sounded convincing.
Their profiling of the murderer was the basis for catching the murderer. Many people, especially the old-school ones, didn't believe in profiling. They had seen many officers who didn't think much of profiling and didn't believe that it could catch the murderer. However, they were undoubtedly proficient in profiling and believed in the profiling of the Unsub that they had drawn from various clues.
Profiling should be objective. In the past, they had always thought independently from their own unique perspectives. Then, they would gather and collide these ideas to come up with a profiling that all the team members agreed with.
But this time, they knew very little about the murderer. Grim Reaper committed the crime again ten years later. The scant information at the crime scene was of little help to them, and the recent cases weren't enough for them to portray this cunning and indifferent serial killer.
Although Hotch had been coming back to investigate over the years, as he said, profiling should be the collective wisdom. It was more objective. If there was a deviation in one person's profiling, everyone would follow in the wrong direction.
Brosnan had seen Hotch's hesitation on whether or not to publish a profiling report. This made Hotch, who was confident in publishing a profiling report, even more charming in Brosnan's eyes. Hotch must be under great pressure to hunt down the murderer according to his profiling report.
"Why didn't he choose to kill?" a police officer sitting below asked.
"Because his killing has nothing to do with the victims. He needs to be recognized and known," Hotch replied.
Rossi added, "He left the eye symbol at the crime scene and placed the previous victim's belongings on the next victim to let us know."
"Why?" The police officer didn't quite understand.
"Power. The letter to Shaunessy is the most obvious example. He made Shaunessy submit to him."
"Just like the BTK Killer (the famous serial killer), the Grim Reaper has undergone strict training. In his daily life, he will appear to be very stubborn and stubborn, unable to form close relationships or work with others." Hotch continued, "I believe that the murderer has another interest, and this gives us the perfect opportunity to catch him. The Grim Reaper's latest victim was an old woman, and he quickly finished her off with a single shot. He spent more time on the younger victim, stabbing her 46 times in a row."
"Why is that?" another officer asked.
"He paid special attention to young female victims. The weapon he chose was a knife, a substitute tool that could penetrate deep into the victim's body." Hotch explained, "The younger the victim, the more energy and time he spends on her. I think he's a paedophile."
At this time, Reid said, "Paedophilia refers to being attracted to people in or before puberty."
"Look for people who can approach a large number of people of this age, high school teachers, counselors, coaches, and people who have been accused of sexual assault in the past ten years. That's all. Thank you. "
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They went to visit George, the only survivor of the case.
Foyet had encountered some small problems along the way. Since the incident that year, Foyet had resigned, sold his car, canceled his bank account, canceled his credit cards, mobile phone, apartment, and so on. This made it impossible for Garcia to find him through various records on the Internet. However, they still found out where Foyet lived from a reporter who had interviewed the victim in the book "The Night of the Grim Reaper."
When they saw Foyet outside his residence, he was carrying a shopping bag, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind. After they expressed their intentions, he looked around and hurriedly invited them into the house, as if he was afraid that someone would see him.
They followed Foyet into his residence. Bruce casually looked around the small place, which was obviously inhabited by a single person, and then his gaze landed on the victim.
Foyet looked a little thin and frail. He was not yet 40 years old, and his hair was already streaked with silver. The incident that had happened to him had obviously affected him. His steps were a little unsteady, and he often coughed violently.
Hotch took out a pair of glasses and handed it to Foyet. "These are yours." The pair of glasses had been taken away from Foyet in the case ten years ago, and they had appeared on the most recent victim.
Foyet looked at the glasses and fell into a memory. "I planned to propose to her that night in the restaurant, but I was too nervous and ran away. When he approached us, the ring was still in my pocket. He said he was lost and was holding a guidebook. When I was reading it, he stabbed me. "His voice trembled as he spoke.
"Foyet, you don't have to recall it again," Rossi said sympathetically.
"I couldn't move. I could only sit there and bleed. I watched him kill Amanda. He stabbed her 67 times." Foyet's face was pained, and he was a little agitated. "Do you know how long it takes to stab her 67 times?" His gaze moved from Rossi and Hotch to Bruce's eyes.
Foyet paused, probably because Bruce did not show any anger toward the murderer or pity for the victim. Instead, he looked bored.
"Erm … Considering a normal person's physical strength, it would take more than five minutes to stab her 67 times, but the murderer obviously enjoyed the process. It's not surprising that he took several times longer." Seeing Foyet's gaze on him, Bruce thought he was asking him a question.
"Jones!" Hotch said sternly.
"I'm sorry," Bruce immediately said, realizing that he had misunderstood. He could not feel any sympathy for the stranger's experience. To him, it was just a boring story.
Bruce walked to the side and did not participate in their conversation. However, he noticed that Foyet had started to pay more attention to him. This made him start to observe the victim carefully.
"I have several houses under different names. I change my address from time to time. He likes to target small cars, so I take the bus. Trust me, I'm trying my best to forget what you just said," Foyet said with a pained expression. He met Bruce's indifferent gaze again.
"Until this is over, we can keep you in a safe place." Hotch's voice was comforting.
Foyet did not answer. When Hotch asked again, he looked away from Bruce. "I'm sorry, he makes me uncomfortable here."
Under their gaze, Bruce shrugged and walked out to wait outside.
When they finished questioning the victim and were about to return to the police station, Bruce said first, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, but I think there's something wrong with Foyet."
Rossi, who was in the passenger seat, turned to look at Bruce. "He's just an innocent victim. He was hurt by the Grim Reaper and almost lost his life." Bruce could hear the condemnation in his voice.
"I'm being objective and not personal. Maybe it's because you see him as a victim and observe him with pity …" Bruce tapped his finger on his knee. He often did this when he was thinking.
"Well, what do you think is wrong with him?" Rossi asked.
"…" Bruce felt that Foyet was looking at him inquisitively. Even though Foyet was talking about his tragic experience with a pained expression just a second ago, the change in emotion was too fast. However, this was not enough to be a suspicion. It was just a subjective feeling.
"Let's not talk about this. Today, I finally understand why Aaron never sent you to meet the victims or their families." Rossi deliberately slowed down his speech.
Bruce bit his lip. When he saw Hotch's face in the rearview mirror, he felt even more depressed than before.
In the days that followed, Bruce wondered more than once: If he had shot Foyet back then, would his life not have turned into a wild horse that had gone off in a completely different direction, a direction he didn't want to go? This was probably what they called fate, and he could only struggle bitterly in it.
But now, he did not care about Foyet at all. If Foyet was really the murderer, he believed that his team would be able to find the clues very quickly. The halo of the victim could only prevent him from being suspected in the beginning.
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