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PRESENT Vinton, VA- November 4, 2009: Wednesday
AJ sat in the back of the café, the entire back end to herself. The large table filled with opened dusty files and an old laptop.
“What’s this?” Bette asked, holding two cups of coffee as she interrupted the blonde’s thoughts.
Smiling, she accepted the peace offering, “the files of the case.”
AJ shook her head, “the past case-the one we were working on before she was kidnapped.”
“April 1997?” Bette asked, looking at the messy files scattered over the table.
AJ nodded, smelling the coffee, “I’m just hoping something comes out of these that we didn’t think of years ago.”
“What was the case about?” The gallery owner asked, looking at a picture of a medical examiner’s report on the laptop.
“Seven women disappeared in 7 months,” AJ said, looking at Bette. “First victim was Beth Windsor, a psychiatrist at a large clinic in Boston. She was in the D.C. area attending a conference when she was kidnapped.”
“On the way back to her hotel. She called a car service-the car she got in wasn’t the one she was supposed to.”
Bette nodded as she stared at the picture of the blonde woman, “were you able to trace the car?”
AJ nodded, “it was caught on fire by the time we got to it.”
“So, no DNA,” Bette mumbled, taking a sip of her black coffee.
“Nope, and the car was stolen so we couldn’t trace it to the UnSub,” AJ confirmed. “She was tortured for hours on end: bludgeoned, burned, sliced, carved, strangled, electrocuted…” the profiler listed off the techniques used. “Second victim, Victoria Tyler- a neurosurgeon at MedStar Georgetown University Hospital.”
Bette turned to look at a picture of a brunette woman with glasses. Tilting her head, she looked at the next picture of her lying flat down in the field.
“No DNA,” AJ said, handing Bette the report. “She was taken from her home.”
AJ nodded, “less security than Tina’s place-but it isn’t that hard to unpick a lock.”
“That’s how he got in? Picked a simple lock?” Bette asked stunned. “How did he know the time?”
“He surveillance his targets,” AJ answered, staring off in the distance. “He would spend approximately 2 to 3 weeks watching them; understanding their routines, behaviors.”