Jenna didn't like the idea of having Tyler as a consultant with their case, but he was a strong asset they wearing lacking while he stayed at home on leave. Tyler was ecstatic to here, so for the next week or so, he and Dallon teamed up to help them over speakerphone and computer screen.

One of the sponsors in the rehab center turned out to be an angel of death- a type of killer who believed he was putting the weakest recovering addicts out of his misery. He strangled them then made them overdose on the nights they received their ninety day chips, injecting their bodies with an array of nasty hospital chemicals that made survival nonexistent.

This hit the hardest with Sarah, who was a recovering addict. They all knew but never spoke openly about it. That, among many other things, was a touchy subject.

The team found the guy through a combination of witness sketches and unreliable alibis. They tracked him down to an apartment out of city limits and arrested him. Easy peasy.

Unfortunately, their unsub knew the ins and outs of the system like the back of his hand, so there was no legal way to tie the murders to the crime. No evidence, not guilty. The police could him for 36 hours, even up to 96 because the severity of the murders, but then he called in a lawyer, and it was over for them.

Tyler was pissed and rightfully so, if not a bit too overdramatic. He begged for him and Dallon to drive over the day before they were supposed to leave and see if their were any strings they could pull from there.

Brad was hesitant and Jenna flat out refused, but nobody could resist Tyler's sad puppy dog eyes. Not even two well trained FBI agents.

"I can't be the only one not buying this dude's story," Tyler scoffed as they watched back their interrogation recording from the detective's desk. "It's a completely illogical timeline, not the mention the fact he doesn't seem smart enough to evade capture this long."

"But there's no physical proof tying him to the murders. It's all circumstantial," Brad replied, rubbing his half-open eyes.

Josh kissed Tyler's temple, making his tense shoulders relax. "My gut's telling me this is our guy, but we just can't prove it."

"He's supposed an angel of death, wouldn't he have tried to explain why he was killing?" Tyler asked.

"According to the profile, yes." Jenna, who was hunched over the screen, stretched, popping her back. "But not every profile is 100 percent accurate, you know that."

"I know that I know that, but we've never encountered an AOD that hasn't confessed."

"I'll get a warrant for his computer, see if there's any nasty little secrets I can find on there," Dallon said, whisking Sarah away as his assistant.

Jenna and Brad left to speak to the man's lawyer while Mark rallied the frantic reporters crowding the front of the police station. That left Josh and Tyler alone.

Tyler huffed but said nothing, pushing his chair away from the desk. Josh brushed the back of his hand against his cheek.

"Ty, what's wrong?" He asked. "You're acting hypervigilant."

"I am not acting hypervigilant. I'm just-" Tyler sighed, pressing his hands against his eyes. "I have a feeling about this guy. What happens if we can't make this mother fucker pay?"

Josh was shocked to hear him swear so violently, but ignored it. "Then we pray that karma gets him before he kills again."

Tyler's posture suddenly straightened, his eyes trained forward at the now blank screen. "I want to interview him."

"Tyler, he called in a lawyer-"

"I can get him to talk, Josh. I'm the only one who can," he said monotonously, looking up at Josh with insistent eyes. One thing about him- he was stubborn and wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, even if he missed the social cues to avoid hurting people in the process.

"Five minutes," Jenna said over Josh's shoulder. He looked back to see her staring pensively, lips tightly shut. "You get five minutes with me in the room, and if he doesn't talk, you're going back home."

"Woah, Jen-" Josh started, but was interrupted by Tyler's abrupt movement to stand.

"Deal."

Josh watched as the two made their way to the interrogation room. Tyler hated to do interviews, he got too nervous around the killers. They always singled him out more than the others on their team- probably because he radiated anxiety and vulnerability.

Somehow, that changed overnight. There was hint of hesitation. He walked confidently behind Jenna, his spine straight instead of curled over like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. That had to be the reason why Jenna agreed to letting him talk to the unsub; his behavior was off the walls.

Josh frantically followed them, catching up just as they walked into the room, Tyler sitting across the man while Jenna stood beside the door.

"Hi, Jeremy. My name is Doctor Joseph," Tyler started, leaning over the table and lacing his fingers together. "I've got to say, your actions are quite admirable. How long have you worked at the House of Gold Rehabilitation Center for Recovering Addicts?"

"Six years," Jeremy replied shortly, his voice thick with a country accent.

"Hmm. And how long of those have you been killing junkies?"

He rolled his eyes, smirking. His posture was relaxed and he had his cuffed hands slack in his lap, showing that he had nothing to hide. Dallon wouldn't find anything on his computers because Josh's guess was that he wasn't the type of killer to leave behind physical or digital evidence that could be tied directly to him.

"Look, I get it. You see these poor suckers and want to stop their suffering. I mean, come on, how many of them are regulars at House of Gold?"

Jeremy sucked his teeth. "Nearly half, but that don't mean I'm killing 'em. That girl'a yers over there already asked me them questions, and I don't think I should be talking without m' lawyer present."

"We're just having a friendly conversation, Jeremy," Tyler said. "Nothing wrong with that, right?"

Jenna tapped her watch four times. Tyler sneered and began to pull out crime scene pictures of the victims. Two girls and a boy. All under the age of twenty-four. She furrowed her brows but said nothing, eyes flickering to Josh. He shrugged.

Tyler set them down carefully, having them all face the man. Jeremy, as hard as he was trying to keep his eyes on Tyler, glanced down, his gaze not moving from the photographs.

Tyler tilted his head, almost amused. "You see, Jeremy, I'm quite impressed by your work. It's phenomenal, how you managed to hide all trace of you from the crime scenes. No fingerprints on the syringes, no fibers, not even defensive wounds left on your body from when you strangled Kat Allen in her bed."

Jeremy's eyes turned as wide as dinner plates. He didn't know they knew about the strangling because he did such a good job at hiding it. A smile flickered his face for a moment, and he leaned forward into Tyler, whispering, "I did good, yeah?"

The air went cold. Jenna looked up at Josh, visibly startled. Neither of them expected it to work. She tapped her watch three times.

"Yes, you did," Tyler said, apprehension in his voice. His confidence was waning. He fiddled with his class ring on his middle finger, a nervous tick he'd had for years. "Can you tell me why you killed Kat Allen that way, rather than just letting her overdose like the others?"

"I was puttin' 'em outta their misery, but I had t' make sure they go t' heaven instead of hell like the others. I only strangle th' ones who go t' heaven and give heroine t' th' others. The others don't deserve t' go t' heaven after poisoning their bodies. Kat don't do drugs, she drank."

"How do you know which ones go to heaven and which ones go to hell?"

A moment passed before Jeremy smiled widely, carefree. "Well, that's easy. She told me."

Goosebumps broke out over Josh's skin, and he started to dial Dallon's. "Oh, god."

Jenna must've realized what was going on because she stepped up to Tyler, whispering in his ear. He crumbled, his terror finally showing. Jeremy frowned, almost like he was just now realizing Tyler wasn't on his side, but then smiled.

"What? You thought I killed 'em alone?" He laughed. "I ain't that smart, Doctor."

Tyler's chair scraped across the metal floor with a sickening screech as he fell back, hitting the floor before Jenna could catch him.

"This is Dallon Weekes, full time federal mastermind and part time sex phone operator," Dallon answered. "How may I pleasure you today?"

"DW, I need you to look into every rehab center Jeremy's worked with."

"Yessir... okay, he's worked at the Burberry Street Female Center, Gospel Church Recovery Home for Veteran Addicts, and Holy Grail Addiction Rehabilitation Center."

"Any unsolved overdoses or strangulations?"

"Um, seven in total. Four boys, three girls. A veteran strangulation from Gospel Church, three overdoses at Holy Grail, and one of each at Burberry."

Josh started to pace, seeing Jenna drag a petrified Tyler out of the room as Jeremy yelled something he couldn't make out. "I need to know if any of the current employment records of current sponsors or House of Gold overlap with Jeremy's."

"Nope. No overlap. May I ask why you're calling me when I'm in the next room?" Dallon asked, his keyboard clacking in the background.

"Just wanted to check a hunch. Thanks." He hung up just as Jenna and Tyler closed the door behind them, Tyler having gone sickly pale.

"What the hell were you thinking showing him those photos, Joseph? You knew how he'd react, but his lawyer can just write that off as him defending his character," Jenna snapped, letting go of his arm.

"I- I need my medication" Tyler whimpered, stumbling back and hitting the one way mirror. He fumbled into his satchel, pulling out an orange medicine bottle and popping the lid open. "I can't believe you're upset about the pictures instead of the of the huge bomb he fucking dropped."

"What're you talking about?" Josh asked. Did he miss something?

Tyler turned, swallowing the pill dry. "He said she told him who to strangle and who to overdose."

"Yeah, he's delusional. Jeremy thought the victims wanted to die," Jenna said.

"You're wrong."

Josh shivered. His hunch was right. He started to dial Dallon again. "God damnit, he has a partner."