A copycat is carrying on the killings of the Angel Maker, a serial killer nutjob executed a year ago. But is the dead serial killer really dead? Hotch clutches his head and looks constipated. People think the Angel Maker is back from the grave. The team look at the killer's fan club to find the copycat.
There's an empty grave, a botched execution, Angel Maker memorabilia, Angel Maker groupies, coded letters and a clue in the stars. This was good despite Hotch being annoying and how did nobody figure out the stars connection before? Still this is a tale of twisted love, really twisted considering the copycat's origin.
"It's creepy on so many levels."
"We have to assume she's armed."
"Well so are we."