photos?’’
Morgan said, ‘‘It’s the bad company you keep.’’
The short Hispanic detective blinked at that. "Huh?"
A mirthless grin settled on Hotchner’s face. ‘‘What Morgan means is . . . sharing information with another cop isn’t the same thing as taking it to the FBI. Some law enforcement agencies see us as Big Brother marching in to take over . . . and take credit.’’
Tovar shifted in his seat. ‘‘Maybe if I talked to him ..."
Shaking his head, Hotchner said, ‘‘I wouldn’t bother. They don’t believe we can help them, and that’s their choice.’’
Lorenzon said, ‘‘It’s a stupid choice.’’ The athletic-looking African-American cop shifted in his seat, a look of disgust on his trimly bearded face. ‘‘A rinkydink piddling outfit like Wauconda, turning down first-string help like the BAU? Crazy.’’
But Tovar sighed and shrugged. His eyes were on Hotchner. ‘‘Tate’s probably right that the Wauconda PD is foolish not to accept outside help. But, truthfully? I don’t know for sure what the BAU can do to help us with this mess. I just know we need help, and Tate knowing Morgan here, well, that’s how we came to call on you.’’
‘‘Understood,’’ Hotchner said. ‘‘So let’s get on the same page, shall we? . . . Why can we help? Because of one simple truth: behavior reveals personality. The more we know about an UnSub’s personality, the easier it is to apprehend him.’’
‘‘To a street cop,’’ Tovar said, ‘‘this all sounds like guesswork mixed in with mumbo jumbo. No offense meant.’’
‘‘None taken,’’ Hotchner said with a nod. ‘‘For all the talk that what we do is new, behavioral science has been around for over a hundred years—in fiction, at least, if not in reality.’’
‘‘Fiction?’’ Lorenzon asked. ‘‘Aren’t we in the fact business?’’
Reid joined in. ‘‘In 1841, Edgar Allan Poe’s protagonist, C. Auguste Dupin, in the short story, ‘The Murders In The Rue Morgue,’ was a behavioral analyst, even if he wasn’t called that. Poe wrote, ‘Deprived of ordinary resources, the analyst throws himself into the spirit of his opponent, identifies himself therewith, and not infrequently sees thus, at a glance, the sole methods by which he may seduce into error or hurry into miscalculation.’ That’s essentially what we do.’’
Lorenzon’s eyes went to his friend Morgan. ‘‘What the hell?’’
Morgan flashed his killer smile. ‘‘We think like they think. And sometimes, knowing how they think, we can make them screw up . . . so we can catch them.’’
‘‘After Poe,’’ Hotchner said, ‘‘Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created Sherlock Holmes, who was not only one of the first crime scene investigators, but also a behavioral analyst. And as for fact over fiction, Doyle based Holmes on Dr. Joseph Bell’s diagnostic techniques, and later Doyle used these very methods himself in a number of pioneering criminal investigations.’’
Interested despite himself, Tovar asked, ‘‘So, when did profiling come into the real world?’’
‘‘How old are you?’’ Hotchner asked.
Tovar gave him an odd look. ‘‘Sixty-one, why?’’
‘‘You may be old enough to remember. Lorenzon, you’re way too young to recall the mad bomber, aren’t you?’’
Lorenzon blinked. ‘‘Mad bomber?’’
‘‘George Metesky. In New York, from 1940 until his arrest in 1957, Metesky operated as the so-called ‘Mad Bomber.’ ’’
Reid picked right up from his boss. ‘‘Metesky planted over thirty devices, some of which exploded, some of which did not. The important thing, from our perspective? Is that the police couldn’t catch him. Even though he sent bragging letters, and they had entire bombs to examine—in the cases of those that did not go off—traditional law enforcement could not seem to solve the crimes. Finally, in desperation, they went to a psychiatrist— Dr. James A. Brussel— and gave
Morgan said, ‘‘It’s the bad company you keep.’’
The short Hispanic detective blinked at that. "Huh?"
A mirthless grin settled on Hotchner’s face. ‘‘What Morgan means is . . . sharing information with another cop isn’t the same thing as taking it to the FBI. Some law enforcement agencies see us as Big Brother marching in to take over . . . and take credit.’’
Tovar shifted in his seat. ‘‘Maybe if I talked to him ..."
Shaking his head, Hotchner said, ‘‘I wouldn’t bother. They don’t believe we can help them, and that’s their choice.’’
Lorenzon said, ‘‘It’s a stupid choice.’’ The athletic-looking African-American cop shifted in his seat, a look of disgust on his trimly bearded face. ‘‘A rinkydink piddling outfit like Wauconda, turning down first-string help like the BAU? Crazy.’’
But Tovar sighed and shrugged. His eyes were on Hotchner. ‘‘Tate’s probably right that the Wauconda PD is foolish not to accept outside help. But, truthfully? I don’t know for sure what the BAU can do to help us with this mess. I just know we need help, and Tate knowing Morgan here, well, that’s how we came to call on you.’’
‘‘Understood,’’ Hotchner said. ‘‘So let’s get on the same page, shall we? . . . Why can we help? Because of one simple truth: behavior reveals personality. The more we know about an UnSub’s personality, the easier it is to apprehend him.’’
‘‘To a street cop,’’ Tovar said, ‘‘this all sounds like guesswork mixed in with mumbo jumbo. No offense meant.’’
‘‘None taken,’’ Hotchner said with a nod. ‘‘For all the talk that what we do is new, behavioral science has been around for over a hundred years—in fiction, at least, if not in reality.’’
‘‘Fiction?’’ Lorenzon asked. ‘‘Aren’t we in the fact business?’’
Reid joined in. ‘‘In 1841, Edgar Allan Poe’s protagonist, C. Auguste Dupin, in the short story, ‘The Murders In The Rue Morgue,’ was a behavioral analyst, even if he wasn’t called that. Poe wrote, ‘Deprived of ordinary resources, the analyst throws himself into the spirit of his opponent, identifies himself therewith, and not infrequently sees thus, at a glance, the sole methods by which he may seduce into error or hurry into miscalculation.’ That’s essentially what we do.’’
Lorenzon’s eyes went to his friend Morgan. ‘‘What the hell?’’
Morgan flashed his killer smile. ‘‘We think like they think. And sometimes, knowing how they think, we can make them screw up . . . so we can catch them.’’
‘‘After Poe,’’ Hotchner said, ‘‘Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created Sherlock Holmes, who was not only one of the first crime scene investigators, but also a behavioral analyst. And as for fact over fiction, Doyle based Holmes on Dr. Joseph Bell’s diagnostic techniques, and later Doyle used these very methods himself in a number of pioneering criminal investigations.’’
Interested despite himself, Tovar asked, ‘‘So, when did profiling come into the real world?’’
‘‘How old are you?’’ Hotchner asked.
Tovar gave him an odd look. ‘‘Sixty-one, why?’’
‘‘You may be old enough to remember. Lorenzon, you’re way too young to recall the mad bomber, aren’t you?’’
Lorenzon blinked. ‘‘Mad bomber?’’
‘‘George Metesky. In New York, from 1940 until his arrest in 1957, Metesky operated as the so-called ‘Mad Bomber.’ ’’
Reid picked right up from his boss. ‘‘Metesky planted over thirty devices, some of which exploded, some of which did not. The important thing, from our perspective? Is that the police couldn’t catch him. Even though he sent bragging letters, and they had entire bombs to examine—in the cases of those that did not go off—traditional law enforcement could not seem to solve the crimes. Finally, in desperation, they went to a psychiatrist— Dr. James A. Brussel— and gave
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