Garcia looked at the watch on her wrist.
She walked to the conference room anxiously.
Her high heels clicked loudly as she walked.
She pushed open the door of the conference room. "Sorry, I'm a few minutes late.
I know there's a regular meeting at ten o 'clock, but … "Fortunately, it wasn't a briefing on a new case.
Otherwise, she would feel terrible even if it delayed their investigation for a few minutes.
Garcia thought to herself.
She walked to her seat and sat down.
Then she realized something was wrong.
"Where's Bruce? Did he forget about the meeting too? That's strange, I almost never see him late. "
"Actually, I didn't see him today.
I didn't see him today. I thought he had forgotten that his holiday was over.
I called him just now, but he didn't pick up, so I left him a message.
I reminded him to come to work. "Reid looked at everyone.
"I'll make another call?" Seeing Hotch nod, Reid took his phone and went out.
"Is he being pestered by a charming girl?" JJ showed a meaningful smile.
"He took half a month's leave before this.
In the past three years, other than when he was injured and sick, he never took a leave. "
"Oh." Prentiss nodded with a look of agreement.
"What's the girl's name again?
Alicia? "
"Yes.
That's the name. "
"Hey, what are you guys talking about? Why don't I know? Why didn't you tell me about this gossip? "Garcia said unhappily." You guys are talking about Bruce. That's impossible. "
"Didn't you see Bruce's latest tweet? It was about a month ago, "JJ said to Garcia, a little surprised.
"What tweet?" Garcia immediately asked.
"The content of the post was very simple. He just said, 'Long time no see, Alicia.' But …" JJ glanced at the three silent men in the conference room and found that although they didn't speak, they didn't have any intention of interrupting.
"But, he wrote in his own reply, 'I finally found you, the memory of time and space, the distant thoughts.' He also added an excited emoji," Prentiss said. Prentiss continued, "I've never seen Bruce send a message or add an emoticon before. Besides, if it's him … That girl must be special to him."
If Bruce was present, he would definitely feel wronged. The first message was just a way to trigger the Red Queen's authorization verification. Less than two days later, the Red Queen appeared on his computer and went through a series of password verification. The reply after that was only because he was happy to find the Red Queen. However, he soon realized that the Red Queen was not complete.
Garcia opened her mouth slightly to show her surprise. Then she suddenly turned to Hotch. "Sir, there must be some misunderstanding."
Everyone in the meeting room looked at Garcia in confusion. Prentiss looked at Hotch and then at Garcia. "What are you talking about, Penelope? Did I miss something?"
Before anyone else could speak, Reid pushed the door open and walked in. "I called twice. The first time, it went to voicemail. After that, the phone was turned off."
Hotch said expressionlessly, "The meeting begins."
The regular meeting was to summarize the work situation of the previous month. Not long after, Garcia's phone rang twice. She immediately looked up in shock. "Sorry, sir." She glanced at her phone and was about to switch it to silent mode when she suddenly stood up. "Bruce sent me a message. It's an address — just an address, nothing else."
"Where is the address?"
"Arlington, Morland Street." Garcia glanced at the screen. "What does he mean? Didn't Spencer say that his phone was turned off? "
Everyone looked at each other and felt that something was amiss. Hotch ordered, "Garcia, check the location of Bruce's phone."
"Okay." Garcia stood up and quickly walked to her office.
Soon, they got the news. "There's no signal from Bruce's phone. His phone is not turned on. I also checked his communication status. The strange thing is that the message did not come from his phone."
"Someone impersonated Bruce and sent us a message? What does this address mean? And it's when we can't contact Bruce. "Reid frowned.
"I'll go to Bruce's house to see if he's there." Prentiss suggested. They didn't have a way to confirm Bruce's situation at the moment, so the suggestion was quickly agreed. "Penelope."
"Understood. Bruce's address has been sent to your phones."
Prentiss looked down at the phone. "I'll go now."
"Wait. Jones doesn't live here now, "Hotch said suddenly. "Prentiss and Morgan go to this address to confirm. Rossi and … Rossi and I will go to his new address."
When they got into the car, Rossi asked, "Aaron, the misunderstanding between you and Jones seems to have gotten worse before he went on vacation?"
Hotch didn't say anything. The black SUV sped down the road.
Soon, they arrived at their destination. Rossi glanced at the apartment as she got out of the car. "Isn't this your apartment?" Seeing Hotch walk into the apartment building, Rossi followed him in puzzlement.
The two knocked on the door of Bruce's apartment. Rossi looked next door and then looked at the door in front of her. "Jones's new address is here? It seems that I was worried for nothing. I thought you guys weren't on good terms. "He smiled and nodded meaningfully.
The door didn't open. "He doesn't seem to be here." Rossi was about to say something when Hotch took out a key from a huge China knot hanging by the door and opened the door.
The two walked in. The room was a little dark. There were no windows in the living room, so the light came from the kitchen window not far away. Hotch turned on the lights. The two looked around. There was no one in the room.
"Hello, sir." A young female voice sounded in the room.
Hotch and Rossi were startled. They immediately pulled out their guns and looked around vigilantly, but they didn't see anyone. Only the Bluetooth speaker next to the TV was lit up. "Who are you?" Hotch asked.
The laptop on the living room table suddenly lit up. "This is Meggen. I'm Mr. Hotch's AI butler. You have certain authority. What can I do for you, Mr. Hotch?"
"Where is Jones?"
"The signal on Mr. Hotch's body is blocked. I can't confirm his specific location."
"Then where was his last signal?" Rossi asked, but there was no answer. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, I forgot it's just an AI system."
Rossi looked around and then opened the closed door. Just then, Hotch received a call from Morgan and learned that Bruce wasn't in his apartment. They knocked on the door for a full five minutes.
After hanging up the phone, Hotch pushed open another door and found that it was just a utility room. Things were piled up in a mess. After a quick scan, Hotch was about to close the door when he heard Rossi's voice. "Aaron, here. I found something."
Hotch walked to another room. It was a bedroom. The window was open and the curtains were fluttering in the wind. The bedding on the bed was a little messy. Strangely, there were no sheets on the bed.
"Here." Rossi's voice came from the bathroom. Hotch walked over and saw Rossi's serious expression. "Look at this, and this."
There were some red stains on the drain in the bathtub and there were traces of wiping on the floor. However, the person who did this was obviously not serious and left red scratches. Hotch looked at the sheets that Rossi took out from the laundry basket in the corner. There were dark red stains on them that covered almost half of the sheets.
"All three sheets are similar. We still need to verify if the blood on them is Jones's. But … do you think he's been attacked? "
"There are no traces of an intruder in the house. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that the intruder has anti-surveillance means." Hotch's face was expressionless.
"I don't think so … Could it be that the culprit cleaned up the traces and stayed in the house to take a shower or even sleep? And from the looks of the sheets, the blood dripped naturally … Is Jones injured recently? "
Hotch turned and walked out. "I'll inform the evidence department to take these for a DNA test." His expression was grim as if he had thought of something.
After making the call, Hotch sat in front of the laptop in the living room and heard the child's crisp voice again. "What can I do for you, Mr. Hotcher?"
Hotch thought of the blood he found in Bruce's room and was a little upset. "What on earth has Jones been doing recently?" He did not mean to ask, but just thought of a possibility and mumbled to himself in annoyance.
The image on the laptop changed. "Sir is tracking this person." A picture appeared on the screen.
It was Foyet. Hotch's eyes narrowed.
Before Hotch could ask more questions, the previous picture on the screen faded and a few more appeared. "These are the pictures that have appeared in the past two weeks that are highly similar to Foyet. Sir has investigated them one by one, but most of them are not." Most of the people in the pictures had part of their faces covered. They were wearing hats, sunglasses, or masks. The images were not very clear and the date and location were marked on the pictures.
"Is he doing this today too?"
"Yes." Another picture appeared. This time, the picture was even blurrier, and it was taken from a distance. Without completely losing the clarity, one could barely make out that a person with a hood and sunglasses was sitting in the driver's seat. However, unlike the other pictures, there was a blond woman with shoulder-length hair sitting in the passenger seat in this picture. Her face could not be seen clearly.
"The pictures are not very clear. How did you determine the similarity?" Hotch's face was calm, but his hand gripped the mouse tightly.
"A special recognition software, based on facial features, height, and other physical characteristics."
"Can you send a copy of this information to Garcia? Garcia is … "Hotch looked at the time and location marked at the bottom of the picture and closed his eyes. 7: 49 am, Arlington.
"It has been sent to Ms. Penelope."
Before Hotch could finish his sentence, a page popped up automatically on the computer screen.
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