*The Halone Residence*

(Amelia's P.O.V)

Reid and I hopped out of the car after we pulled up outside Mary Halone's driveway. I strode up to the door and nocked twice, tapping my foot impatiently against the raised porch.

A moment later, the door edged open, admitting a scrawny young man with wide eyes and thin glasses. "C...can I help you?"

I reached into my jacket and produced my FBI badge, watching curiously as his face grew paler in the morning light. "I'm Agent Shields, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI. Are you, uh, Rodger Halone? Mary's husband?"

He nodded reluctantly, his foot tapping nervously against the a ruffled carpet. "I've, uh, already spoken to the police about her... her death."

"I know, but we have a few more questions. May we come in; we won't be long." I raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly at Reid, and Rodger reluctantly stepped aside to let us through.

I smiled at him as I slipped through the door, and waited for him to lead us to the sitting room.

"Uh, take a seat," he murmured, gesturing to a two-person couch. Reid and I both sat along the edge, and I clasped my palms together. "We're very sorry for the loss of your wife, but we're going to find out who did this to her, okay?"

He nodded and fell into the opposite chair, his hands still trembling. His face looked gaunt, and red circled rimmed his eyes.

"When was the last time you saw your wife?" I asked calmly.

His eyes slowly inched up, and I noticed they were glazed. "Two... two days ago. She went out with her friends. Girls night out, you know? They... they went to the mall," he said quietly, his voice quavering.

"And that was the last time you talked to her?"

Rodger paused for a moment, his face impassive, before he broke down in a shaky sob.

"N... no," he gasped, and my shoulders tensed slightly at his words.

"Don't worry, Mr. Halone. We're going to do everything we can to find this guy. Now, what do you mean that was not the last time you spoke?"

Reid was leaning forward, listening intently.

"She... she called me. At about eight o'clock, I think," he stated, and I glanced in alarm at Reid. Mary was abducted at around four o'clock. How could she have phoned? Unless the Unsub made her do so.

"And, uh, what did she say?" Spencer piped up, his fingers twitching by his side as he processed what was being said.

"She... told me she was... staying at a hotel for the n-night. But I thought this was... strange, considering she hadn't packed anything."

"This phone call, did it sound like something she'd normally do. Were her words what she would normally say?"

Rodger glanced at me with creased eyebrows, before realisation sparked in his eyes. "Oh, my gosh! No, now that I think about it, it was almost as if she was crying. Her voice was high-pitched... I asked her if she was alright, and she said she was fine. I didn't think twice about it... And now... now she's dead!" His shoulders heaved with another sob, and he tugged the glasses off his nose to wipe his eyes.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Halone. Thank you for your time."

Reid and I stood to leave, but Rodger suddenly jerked out of his seat. "If it's any use to you, she didn't call me on her mobile. I think she used a payphone."

My eyebrows arched. "Thank you, Mr. Halone. I promise you, we will find this man."

He nodded and escorted us to the door.

"So, what now?" Reid asked as we climbed back into the SUV.

"The unsub made Mary call her husband from a payphone after she was abducted. Did the others receive phone calls?"

Reid shrugged. "Not that we know of."

I nodded. "I'll get Hotch to sort that out."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Check over the security footage and see what he did with her phone."