The Female Unsub

Chapter Ten: Spencer's POV

I drum my fingers against the steering wheel of the unmarked, black sedan I'm parked in. It's been three months since we let Sloane walk out of the doors at Quantico and I volunteered to be the one who tails her. Of course, Hotch says it's a bad idea, he thinks I'm becoming too invested in this case and should shift my focus elsewhere, but I can't.  Sloane has consumed my thoughts since I met her. She has made at least four men vanish into thin air without leaving a single fiber of evidence behind.

I watch her walk into the restaurant, her long hair styled just enough to show that she put in effort but not too much to take away from her natural beauty. She's wearing a short, red, skin-tight dress and an expensive looking, cropped, leather jacket with black heels. I take a few photos of her entering the restaurant. From this angle, I can see inside the entrance and she hugs an older man, he looks like he's in his mid to late 80's. I take some more photos, noting to send them to Penelope in a few minutes to get an ID on the man before they leave the restaurant. I see her wrap her arm around his and they walk deeper into the building.

In the three months we've been survaling her, we have made a list of about 50 men and 20 women who we believe to be her clients. All of them are extremely wealthy, earning six-figure salaries, some with trust-funds on top of that. Out of her 70 clients though, only 25 fit the victimology, those men are in their 40's and 50's, married and have children of their own. I sigh, the guy she's on a date with tonight should be safe. I mean he's ancient and it seemed by the way she looked at him was as a grandfather figure, not a "date".

Since we let her go, none of her clients have gone missing. She also dumped her phone at the hotel as we suspected she would but Garcia was able to start tracking her new device right away. In the past three months she has traveled to Seattle, Portland, Chicago, New York, Nashville, Las Vegas, Austin, Miami, and San Francisco. She stays in each city for approximately three to four days then flies back to Phoenix and spends two to seven days at home before leaving again. While she's in the cities, the first two to three nights are spent with clients, sometimes two in one day depending on the ages. But the final night, she goes to upscale hotel bars, exclusive clubs, and restaurants alone. We believe this is how she obtains new clients.

This week, she's in Los Angeles. Her first night was spent with a client at their home. Garcia looked up the address and it belongs to the Hollywood producer, Kevin James; he appeared to be having a party, so we can't say for certain that he's the client she met there. She spent the day with her mother and step father, who live here full time and now she's with the mystery client.

I upload the photos to the laptop and send them to Penelope. Hopefully she's still at the office and can figure out who this man is. I stretch my arms as much as I can, being over 6 feet tall in a small car is really not comfortable. My phone begins to ring and I see Garcia's name flash across the screen.

"That was fast," I say into the phone.

"Did you doubt me, genius," I can hear her smile through the phone. "Okay so our little criminal is on a date with Lester Klien," she begins, I can hear her fingers running across the keyboard, "he is 86 and he is the founder and majority shareholder of Regional Records. He never married, doesn't have children and based on his last will and testament, he plans on giving his money to..." She pauses for a second before saying, "holy shit."

"What?"

"He is going to give half of his estate and all of his shares to Sloane when he dies. Reid, that's equivalent to a little over 15 million dollars."

"Holy shit," is all I'm able to get out. How did she manipulate this man into giving her that much money? "Do you think he's a target?"

"I don't think so," Garcia says, "in his will it says and I quote, 'if I die or go missing under mysterious circumstances, keep all of my assets in a trust until justice has been served'. This man is paranoid to say the least and my guess is that since Sloane spends a decent amount of time with him, she probably knows that."

"Garcia," I sigh, "what if we can't get this one?"

"Mi amor, we will. We know from past cases that people like Sloane can't resist their urges for long. She's going to slip up and when she does, we'll be there."

I nod even though she can't see me, "you're right. I just hate that I can't figure out what she's doing to these men."

A knock on my window makes me jump and drop my phone. I look over to see Sloane standing there, smiling at me. She motions for me to roll down my window.

"Dr. Reid, if you wanted to see me, all you had to do was call," she leans into my car once the window is down, "it's a lot less creepy than you stalking me for months."

She smirks as I feel the heat rushing up my neck, I thought I was being more careful.

"It's okay, Spencie," she leans in closer and whispers in my ear, "I like knowing that you're watching me. It's kind of hot." Her warm breath sends chills down my spine.

She lets out a low chuckle and pulls away, "but I hope you've realized that I'm not a criminal. I just like to use my degrees in an unconventional way."

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Buy me a drink and I'll tell you," she smirks, "there's a bar up the road called Hank's that usually has a smaller crowd on Thursday nights. Meet me there, unarmed, and I'll tell you everything you want to know, doctor."

She winks and walks towards the valet who has brought her the rental car.

"Reid? Reid, are you still there?" I hear the muffled sound of Penelope's voice as I scramble to pick up my phone from the floor of the car.

"She saw me," I tell Garcia, "she wants me to meet her at a bar and she told me she'd give me some intel."

"Are you going to go?" Garcia asks as I pull out of my spot and follow Sloane to the bar.

"I have to," I say before hanging up.

I know if I stay on the phone with her she'd talk me out of it. Tell me that it's too big of a risk and that I should let this one go. But we both know that I can't do that.