Reid studies Lombard for a moment, finding himself less disturbed when the other man keeps a steady hold on their shared gaze than maybe he should be, but he decides it's pointless to really ask questions. Lombard always knows more than he should, always has more information that he ought to have access to, but Reid can't prove that he goes about getting any of that in a way that's anything less than legal. Does he have his suspicions? Sure, of course he does. Has he looked into it at all? No. No, he hasn't, and Reid doesn't have an explanation for why but that's how it's worked out so far.
They're not friends. Reid reminds himself of that every time they end up in the same space. That's why it's worrisome that talking to Lombard has become so easy. In some ways, he's more open with Lombard than he is with some of the people he considers close.
"Nobody's found anything, no," Reid finally answers, and he's a little bit frustrated with himself for making his disappointment evident in his tone. "Whoever was driving that truck did a damn good job of making sure they wouldn't be found. I'd say it was a professional job but it's like something went wrong." If it'd been a hit, something coordinated by the unsub or hell, anyone Reid had played a part in putting away, he really doesn't think he'd still be standing here. He can't help but shake the feeling that whatever had happened, it hadn't been intended. The accident had really been just that, an accident.
The problem is, it's hard to let it go when he still has so many questions.
"I think it was someone I know," he admits, nose twitching as he bites down on his lip. "They called Luke right after it happened, they knew to call him, it wasn't random. He wasn't the last person I'd called, not even the last person I'd texted, but they knew." Reid's shared this theory with Luke, too, of course, but it hasn't gotten them very far. There are too many other possibilities, too many other explanations. With a sigh, he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I want to know what the hell happened but at the same time, a part of me wonders if maybe it's just better left a mystery. I'm alive, I can still walk. I should just be grateful for that."
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They're not friends. Reid reminds himself of that every time they end up in the same space. That's why it's worrisome that talking to Lombard has become so easy. In some ways, he's more open with Lombard than he is with some of the people he considers close.
"Nobody's found anything, no," Reid finally answers, and he's a little bit frustrated with himself for making his disappointment evident in his tone. "Whoever was driving that truck did a damn good job of making sure they wouldn't be found. I'd say it was a professional job but it's like something went wrong." If it'd been a hit, something coordinated by the unsub or hell, anyone Reid had played a part in putting away, he really doesn't think he'd still be standing here. He can't help but shake the feeling that whatever had happened, it hadn't been intended. The accident had really been just that, an accident.
The problem is, it's hard to let it go when he still has so many questions.
"I think it was someone I know," he admits, nose twitching as he bites down on his lip. "They called Luke right after it happened, they knew to call him, it wasn't random. He wasn't the last person I'd called, not even the last person I'd texted, but they knew." Reid's shared this theory with Luke, too, of course, but it hasn't gotten them very far. There are too many other possibilities, too many other explanations. With a sigh, he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I want to know what the hell happened but at the same time, a part of me wonders if maybe it's just better left a mystery. I'm alive, I can still walk. I should just be grateful for that."