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“Let’s look at the book page left at her house,” Alex said. “On the back of the page, he wrote the numeral three.” She picked up the copy of the page and read, “‘After we proved that the Behavioral Science Unit could help law enforcement find UNSUBs faster, agents began to ask if they could join our unit. Evan Bayne and I, along with a couple of other agents working alongside us, developed a list of requirements to join the unit. Over the years, the FBI refined the prerequisites needed to apply. Although the list is strict, it stresses experience over education, which is good. Very few people make it.’”

“I’ve read this several times,” Gorman said. “I don’t understand what he’s saying.”

“We’re not sure either,” Kaely said, “but mentioning the requirements needed to join the BAU might confirm our earlier suspicion that he’s angry about being rejected from the BAU. I think he’s mentioning the prerequisites because he thinks they’re too stringent.” She frowned. “But this can’t be what triggered him. If we’re right about his age, he couldn’t have recently been rejected from the BAU. Most people who ask to join the BAU are younger. Agents who’ve spent several years in the field. In their late twenties or early thirties.”

“So you don’t know what triggered him?”

“No,” Alex said. “Having that knowledge would help a lot, but so far we haven’t been able to find it.”

“But we still think he was rejected by the BAU in some fashion,” Logan added.

“You know, the number of people rejected for the BAU has to be rather large.”

“We know,” Alex said.

Gorman sighed and put the report he’d been holding on the table. “I’ll go through all of this carefully. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Wait a minute,” Kaely said. She reached for the paper with the message left at Mrs. Wong’s house. She read it slowly, then looked at Logan. “I just realized something.” She pointed at the paper. “This sentence? ‘Evan Bayne and I, along with a couple of other agents working alongside us, developed a list of requirements to join the unit.’”

“So?” Logan asked.

“I’m an idiot. I totally missed something important. When the BAU was in its infancy, Davis not only worked with Bayne but was assisted by another agent. I know him. He was in his early twenties back then. In his late sixties now. He was teaching some classes at the academy for a while, but he left not long ago.”

“Who are you talking about?” Gorman asked.

“Donald Reinhardt. The man who kicked me out of the BAU three years ago.”

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