Chris Aguilar
Criminal Psychologist
Chris also had her travel bag stored at her desk. Unlike the one Joseph grabbed, it barely looked used. It was, in fact, never taken on a trip. The job description said there would be out-of-town work, but this was the first time she would be sent on one. As much as it was inappropriate to be excited in regard to a case of brutally murdered and assaulted women, there was a part of her that was.
On the plane, after familiarizing herself with the case, Chris decided to catch some sleep in the corner. She would be in better shape after resting, with what happened during the long weekend and whatnot. Plus, there was only so much information given in the files, and the rest of the team, who were all senior to her, probably picked up on all the clues they could from them.
The sound of people talking stirred Chris from her sleep. Chris wasn’t a heavy sleeper, especially on the plane. Her mind was still on the case and thoughts leaked into her dreams. The dreams were far from the reality shown through words and photos, but they provided her plenty of inspirations and potential lines of inquiries. They must be getting close to their destination if discussions were starting. It was high time she got into work mode.
She quietly listened to the profiles her coworkers had on the Unsub. It was more or less what she figured, too. Of course, her thoughts were much less detailed, though, seeing how little time she’d spent scrutinizing over the case. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the case— she just wanted more information to work with before making judgements.
“Chief, I can handle the past records alone.” Chris was more than happy to dig through the records, especially when the alternative was talking to people. Now, there was one question that had been on her mind from her dreams that was screaming to be answered.
“Why now? Why yesterday? If the Unsub had been emotionally damaged from a young age, what kept him from doing anything for so many years, before committing two assaults in one day?” There could be an answer in the local police department’s archives, or the locals might have a vital hint unknowingly.
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