It's true, someone does have to know him and frankly, Reid doesn't think he's acting alone. That's a personal theory, of course, nothing he can really substantiate with evidence quiet yet but it's a gut feeling. The unsub may be the only one at the actual crime scene but that doesn't mean he hasn't had help getting there.

"Nothing that really fits," Reid admits. "We're getting a lot of calls that are mostly made up of people pointing fingers. People are scared, whether they fit the unsub's M.O. or not, and I can't blame them. But there are certain parts of the unsub's profile we didn't release, and we haven't gotten a satisfactory hit yet."

Reid's gone through every single one. He'd found a little bit of hope in a couple before having to admit defeat and disregard all the ones that have come in so far. It's running him ragged, if he's honest, something he's sure Luke has noticed. He'd feel guiltier if there weren't three dead families and the threat of another looming. He takes another long sip of his coffee, welcoming the warmth it brings to his throat, then smiles faintly at the detective.

"So what about you?" he asks. "I know this has been the buzz of the department recently but if there's anything you need, please let me know. I'm always happy to help where I can." The corners of his lips quirk up a bit higher. "But you've got a pretty good record when it comes to your arrests so I guess you're doing well enough on your own."