Reid felt sick as he sat across from the detective Warick had introduced him to a man in his 40s or so named Jim Brass he was gruff and Reid really was comfortable sitting in his office alone with him.
"So I understand you own the house the victim was found in." Bass said in a voice that said in a 'you did something and I know it' kind of voice that made Reid frown.
"No sir." Reid said and the man frown. "My mother owns that house I hired a local man to take care of things there when she , um well had to be put away a few years ago, but I don't own it."
"I see. When was the last time you there?" Brass asked his left eyebrow arched high on his forehead.
"Eleven years ago. I hate that house." Reid grumbled the second sentence under his breath but Brass caught it and tucked it away for later.
"I need you to look at this picture and tell me if you recognize this person." Brass said and handed Reid a head shot of the dead man. Reid looked it over like he did all police photos of corpses he'd seen as a profiler taking in all the details.
"I don't know him. Sorry." Reid said feeling sick.
"Mr. Reid where were you last Tuesday?" Brass asked.
"It's Doctor, sir.I was working a case in Georgia(1)." Reid said.
"Your a little young to be a doctor aren't you?" Brass said with that same raised eyebrow.
"I have three PHDs." he said softly.
"I see your one of those brain child things eh." Brass said.
"Yeah one of those things." Reid said very offended.
"You can leave stay close though." the man said and Reid was quick to stand and get out of there. It felt like his skin was trying to crawl right off his body.
(1) I blanked on where that child killing child case was when I was writing this chapter so please be nice about that at least.