Elsewhere in the city this morning, a man had been found most gruesomely murdered. Among the photos and videos scattered around the macabre scene, a lifetime's collection of exploitation and horror, were photos of a red-haired boy around eleven or twelve. Thin, pale, almost heart-breakingly pretty even in sickening postures and positions, he could have been anyone among the dozens of anonymous children depicted.
Anyone, if the close-up photos of him gagged and frightened had not clearly shown one unusual amber eye, and one dead-pale blue eye.
Felix Harrowgate, of course, had no idea that Emmett Whitfordshire had been murdered and found in a coffin decorated in part by photographs of himself as a young boy. It was a perfectly normal day for him, arriving at the office which served as the public face of the Mirador Consulting Group. Neither the general public nor the group's exclusive clientele were ever allowed past the facade of reception and glass-walled conference areas into the workrooms beyond, so it was not terribly unusual to be summoned to the front of the office as part of one's day.
When told he had a visitor at reception, Felix emerged within just a few minutes, impeccably-dressed as always in pin-stripe trousers and waistcoat over a wine-red shirt. His sleeves were partly rolled up; he'd just come from crafting a new spell. The receptionist -- one of the newer apprentices, a recent member of one of Felix's own classes on spell grounding -- escorted him down to the lobby. Felix recognized Agent Hotchner immediately, and hesitated, sending the apprentice away with a small shooing motion.
Anyone, if the close-up photos of him gagged and frightened had not clearly shown one unusual amber eye, and one dead-pale blue eye.
Felix Harrowgate, of course, had no idea that Emmett Whitfordshire had been murdered and found in a coffin decorated in part by photographs of himself as a young boy. It was a perfectly normal day for him, arriving at the office which served as the public face of the Mirador Consulting Group. Neither the general public nor the group's exclusive clientele were ever allowed past the facade of reception and glass-walled conference areas into the workrooms beyond, so it was not terribly unusual to be summoned to the front of the office as part of one's day.
When told he had a visitor at reception, Felix emerged within just a few minutes, impeccably-dressed as always in pin-stripe trousers and waistcoat over a wine-red shirt. His sleeves were partly rolled up; he'd just come from crafting a new spell. The receptionist -- one of the newer apprentices, a recent member of one of Felix's own classes on spell grounding -- escorted him down to the lobby. Felix recognized Agent Hotchner immediately, and hesitated, sending the apprentice away with a small shooing motion.
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Date: 2015-06-25 03:15 am (UTC)From:Hotch sighed with relief. "There will be cameras at the entrance. That will remove all doubt. Thank you Felix. And...I'm sorry to be the one to bring this to you today."
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Date: 2015-06-25 07:42 pm (UTC)From:"Is that why... Is that why you're here?"
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Date: 2015-06-27 05:15 pm (UTC)From:Hotch nodded solemnly. "We have reason to believe he was sending the pictures to Shannon but the motive is unclear right now," he said simply.
"So...you can see why Scotland Yard is going to suspect you. It'll be cleared as soon as they check your alibi but there will be other officers coming around. Soon."
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Date: 2015-06-28 05:21 am (UTC)From:A stab of bewildered fear shot through him, and he tightened his fist, his nails almost drawing blood now. "My registered address is still Shannon's flat."
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Date: 2015-07-02 11:48 pm (UTC)From:"You could leave with me. Now. I could radio it in that you've volunteered a statement," Hotch said. "It'll keep them from coming to get you anywhere."
He was sensitive to the young man's plight. Victimized as a child, a position now that could easily be toppled by scandal, and Shannon to think of as well. Hotch was more than ready to handle this delicately.
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Date: 2015-07-03 10:01 pm (UTC)From:"If I give you my word that I won't flee, would you mind terribly if I met you at the side entrance in five minutes?" Felix suggested, working to smooth back his hair, unnecessarily adjusting his suit jacket.
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Date: 2015-07-06 11:22 pm (UTC)From:Hotch could see Felix was under duress but he was a good judge of people and he was sure the man would indeed meet him. He gathered everything up and nodded once.
"I'll see you outside, Felix," he said, then touched the man's arm. "This will all get sorted out."
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Date: 2015-07-07 03:21 am (UTC)From:"Thank you," he said, only somewhat stiffly, "for this opportunity. I'll meet you, shortly." He moved to open the conference room's door back onto the lobby for Aaron.