Spencer has been working a case with the team as usual, multiple prostitutes had been found dead over the last couple of months. The case itself had been sketchy, with multiple suspects and flawed profiles. He had no idea how it had taken him this long to realize that the preacher was just the pimp, and someone had set the man up.

Now, though, he was slumped against a cop car, blood seeping from the gunshot wound in his neck. He’d gotten shot and crumpled, wailing softly in pain.