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Chevrolet Bolt SUV: Future Vehicle

The Chevrolet Bolt SUV represents the future of Chevrolet’s electric vehicle strategy. While details are still emerging, the Bolt SUV promises to be an exciting addition to the lineup, offering all-electric driving in a practical SUV package.

What We Know So Far

Expected to feature a 65 kWh battery

Estimated range of around 300 miles

Likely to offer advanced driver assistance systems

Anticipated Features

Futuristic design with a focus on aerodynamics

High-tech interior with a large touchscreen

Advanced connectivity and safety features

2025 Chevrolet SUV Price List with Modals

These prices are approximate and can vary based on the specific trim level, features, and options you choose. It’s always a good idea to check with local dealerships for the most accurate and up-to-date pricing.

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Chevy Equinox Vs GMC Terrain? The Ultimate Showdown!

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Chapter 18: How I stopped worrying and learned to love the shoe

I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but I spent all Sunday, the Equinox, sitting in Rhoda’s apartment, listening to her tell me stories about her son.

I’m not sure why she’s self conscious about that, but I’m sure she has her reasons, and I can keep quiet until she gives me permission.

It’s Monday morning now, and I’m quietly showing off while talking to Rhoda in the coffee shop.

It’s interesting to see who still recognizes me.

It’s bizarre that they can. But it was also bizarre that my dracomorphosis didn’t make me unrecognizable, either.

This time, it’s probably my amber colored slitted eyes, and the conspicuous nature of my outfit.

“Meghan! That’s impressive,” Tom says on his way through the lobby.

Amy nudges me with her elbow and says, “Hot.”

Their dog, Cody, still stares at me intently through the door, calm but attendant to me specifically.

Gary comes in to sit down to a super gay hot chocolate, with extra rainbow sprinkles, and a bacon cinnamon roll, and he smiles and waves.

The Kims had no trouble at all, either. And gushed about my “haircut” because they thought it was funny to put it that way.

Rhoda watches all of this with her tea near her face, shaking her head, and mutters, “This is interesting.”

I put my drink down and pick up my tablet, using my thumbs to quickly type out, “I feel like royalty even though I know I’m not. I don’t believe in royalty.”

“Meg,” Rhoda says, lowering her forehead in my direction. “You are wearing a damn tiara. You’re supposed to feel like a princess when you do that. I know I do.”

“You have a tiara?” I ask.

“Yes,” Rhoda says. “Every self respecting woman should. Sometimes it helps you clean. You can order yourself about with true authority. But mostly it’s for my birthday.” She waves a hand, “Costume pieces are easy to come by. Good ones are cheaper than you might think.”

I nod.

“If you can’t hide your eyes with magic, you might want sunglasses or contacts, for hiding that you’re a dragon, I think,” Rhoda suggests, drinking her tea. “I can imagine a few situations where that might be desirable.”

I nod a little more vigorously.

She smirks, “Nevermind the rest of the outfit.”

I stick my tongue out, closing my eyes, then take a sip of my drink, pinky outward because I can do it.

There are always tells, but it’s still a pretty good disguise. It lets me do at least a few things even easier than Chapman’s pendant does.

My tongue is still forked and quite sensitive, by the way, and I find I’m wondering if I can sense Chapman’s shifts when I’m like this.

Narrowing my eyes, I send hir an SMS, “Scan me!”

Seconds later I feel the shift.

“Oh, woah,” comes the response.

“I felt that,” I reply.

“I’ll have to scan you some more. Can I? May I? I think I can learn from you, maybe,” Chapman sends back.

“Yes,” I reply, simply. “Later.”

“Sweet! Back to work.”

“What’s that all about?” Rhoda asks.

I look at her thoughtfully, thinking about our last day of conversations and the last thing she said to Ptarmigan and Chapman. She’s here. She’s showing herself. She’s claiming her space. But she’s still not happy with the Artists.

“Mm,” she says, twisting her mouth up and to the side.

“I want to help people like Kimberly,” I say. “And people like Molly who can’t be themselves by going out into the wild.”

She nods, looking down into her tea, and says, “Fair. Just, be careful, please.”

As she says that, we both notice a police SUV roll slowly by the shop, and we watch it go together, our heads turning to track it. 

I wonder if, under the right light, my tapetum lucidum might glow. It’s daytime now, but I do have significantly better night vision than humans. And it would be cool if the cop driving that car looked into the shop at just the right moment to see two forward facing silvery slits of light following them, wide and alert.

Ah, that’s another drawback of this disguise. I feel half blind with my peripheral vision so restricted and impaired, and it does make me a little nervous and twitchy. I’m sure my head still moves like a lizard’s, like it usually does these days.

“I feel,” Rhoda says. “I don’t know why I feel this, but I feel like there’s another shoe about to drop. Like that hasn’t been happening for four weeks straight.” She shakes her head, “I’m so tired, Meg. So, so tired.”

“I know,” I reply. Then, after a tentative thought, I say, “Maybe you should hunker down while I go drop the next shoe.”

“I feel like you just did that,” Rhoda scowls, referring to my impromptu training session with Wentin. “I think that’s why I feel like there’s going to be another one. They come in twos.”

“Then it’s my shoe and I should drop it,” I point out.

“Please don’t,” she says, burying her face in her cup for a moment. Then, lifting it, she says, “The daily published your letter this morning. I read it before coming down here. It’s good. I think they didn’t edit it. Because it’s good. Keep doing that kind of good, Meg.”

“It’s not direct action,” I say.

“The world takes all kinds of action, Meg,” Rhoda reminds me. “And so far, every time anyone takes direct action regarding you dragons, it turns out disastrous. That singing you did on Thursday night was stunning. It was the best thing to do. But look at how rattled the city still is. Look at everyone. It’s been a whole weekend and a half and we’re all so exhausted and jumpy. Still.”

“Yeah.”

“You know what you should do?” Rhoda says, leaning forward with as much energy as she can muster. “You should have another interview with the Mayor, like this. Like you are right now. With as much press as you can summon.”

I tilt my head.

“You’re obviously still a dragon, if anybody pays attention. You’re obviously you, if anybody knows you. Mayor Chisholm will recognize you and call you by name,” Rhoda explains. “And if you can show people this new thing that dragons can do, I think that could change everything.”

I sigh.

“I might be the only one who can do it,” I respond. “And I don’t want to give the trick away to Säure.”

“Oh, that Säure. He’s a bogeyman! Everyone’s afraid of him,” she waves her hand. “Look. If he is your mortal enemy, think about it. Remember how your purse was found on the rooftop and turned into lost and found, and everything was in it? Do you think your mortal enemy would leave it there like that unexamined?”

She pauses to watch me lower my head in thought and acknowledgement.

“Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe his henchpeople were stupid or something. Negligent. But you’ve gotta consider that he left your purse seemingly untouched to make you think that, and make you careless. So that he could confirm his suspicions about that pendant. Because that pendant is conspicuous as all fuck, Meg. It has that oversized chain, the big venus symbol, and the markings all over the back of it. It doesn’t take an Artist these days to think it’s something weird and special.”

Shit, she’s right. But.

“Still don’t want to tip my hand,” I say.

“No,” she dismisses me. “Keep thinking about it. Follow me here. You appear before the press with the Mayor wearing this disguise. But you keep the pendant. He doesn’t know exactly what it does, but he sees you doing something that looks like you’re using it! And then he makes a move. Maybe we haven’t heard from him and his goons because he’s waiting for something like that. Assuming he’s that evil in the first place – what am I saying, he’s a billionaire. Anyway! You see where I’m going with this?”

I nod slowly, looking down at my tablet, trying to think of something I might say besides, “You’re right. This is a good idea.”

“It’s a direct action, but a sneaky and subtle one,” she says. “And you prompt him to take the less subtle move, and this time you’re ready. You’ve got two Artists, God bless them, and yourself, and however many dragons who are loyal to you now. And you’ve got your magic.”

“I am supposed to train with Wentin more,” I say.

She nods and says, “Then you do that. Take your time. Prepare yourself. Do it right. But not too long, because the election is coming up, and the Mayor and everyone else watching Fairport, could probably use an actual boost from you.”

“Okay,” I say with my syrinx.

“And then, when it’s all done,” she says. “I want nothing more to do with Chapman and Ptarmigan. I’m sorry. That’s a boundary.”

Shit.

I feel I shouldn’t push her. I’ve done an awful lot of listening the past day, and I understand way better where she’s coming from and why she’s helping me out, why she’s attached herself to me despite my inhumanity. More importantly, I know why her soul hurts so much, or at least the parts she felt she needed to share. And she thanked me for being such a good listener when she needed it most.

But I want to understand something. And I want to at least try to plant a seed in her head that this boundary might be unnecessary.

I think I want to keep Ptarmigan in my life as much as I refuse to drop Chapman at this point. But I don’t want to lose Rhoda.

And, also, I don’t think any of this will be over all that soon. We need each other.

But I at least want to understand what she’s thinking about this one point. So a good question should be OK.

“Rhoda? Why is it different for you to help me than it is for Chapman and Ptarmigan to help us?” I take the tenacity to ask.

“Oh, Meg,” she says. And stays silent for several breaths, just looking at the floor a ways away and blinking. Then she moves herself a little and says, glancing at me, “Me helping you is like an old dog who’s had four litters and survived all her pups helping an old woman. The dog’s maybe got a couple of years left in her, and the old woman has a whole other dog’s lifetime ahead of her. But here, now, during the dog’s life, she can help, and the old woman needs it. And they make each other happy. The old woman gets something that helps her continue with her life, and move onto the next stage of what she needs to do in the world. And the old dog gets the best years of her life at the end, when she needs it most. It’s a good trade.”

A single tear rolls down her face, and she furiously brushes it aside. I know that’s for her son.

“But with Chapman and Ptarmigan helping us? That’s like a couple of scientists trying to help a couple of ants. Talking to the ants with pheromones that they think they know what they mean, but do they really understand us?” She looks more directly at me. “They can tell us things we think we want to hear. They can do amazing things that neither of us can, and they live so much longer than we do. So, so much longer. What’s their actual language, Meg? How do we even hope to comprehend it? And telling them to fuck off isn’t going to work. They think they know better. All we can do is try to walk away. And keep trying. Until we’re out from under their scope. And for them, what’s a matter of curiosity is for us a matter of survival.”

I pick up my tablet again to type something, but pause as she shakes her head.

“It’s just the way it is,” Rhoda says. “Same as for you as it is for me. Even with the things you can do, I reckon. Gotta assume it. I hear the way they talk about you.”

“Rhoda,” I say with my syrinx.

She seems to notice I didn’t use my tablet, and sits up straighter and looks at me, “Yes, Meg?”

I type into my tablet, “They are immortal beings. I am a myth. They know me now. I will live longer than they do.”

Her jaw drops open.

“What was that, Meg?” Kimberly asks from behind the bar.

“I am the child of humanity, and you have spoken my name to immortals, and they will pass me on to their children,” I say, hitting talk every couple of sentences. “I know I can be hurt. And I think I can be killed, many times. I am no god. I am just a dragon. But a dragon is a story. And so long as I am told, though I may change with time, I will persist. And I think I’ve just learned that I might see the end of the universe.”

“What?” Kim asks, and the both of them come out from behind the bar and over to our table.

“Let me hear your stories and take them with me,” I say. “You are my family, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Then I hand the tablet to the Kims so that they can read my words, keeping my eyes on Rhoda.

That, actually, was the other shoe.

And, I make sure it’s dropped. I end up explaining it a couple different ways.

At one point, I think I end up saying,”I'm not real.” 

I'm pretty heavily dissociated myself by then, though, so I'm not sure.

—

I feel weird.

If I’m being honest, I didn’t think I’d see my fiftieth birthday. And when I did, I then didn’t think I’d see my fifty-first. It had been a long line of a couple decades worth of years like that.

That suicidal, and that fatalistic. Especially with the way national politics have been going back and forth like a couple of cowboys whipping the shit out of each other and everything around them. Weird metaphor, but it came to me for some reason. It feels right.

It’s a common experience amongst neurodivergent trans people. Especially those of us that remain closeted like I was.

Every year got worse. I don’t really know why I held on so long to that closet door. It was a damn stupid move.

I started growing my beard in late middle school, and I never shaved it. Ever.

Other trans girls will know what that means.

By last month, I was feeling already dead many times over. I was barely a husk of a person. I haven’t spoken or written about that much because I really have to work to remember any of it, and I don’t like dredging it up. Not even now.

It’s easier to remember my childhood, before puberty. Back when I first knew I was a dragon and thought I understood what I meant. And, wow. OK. I might have actually been closer to getting it back then than I was in college, though I couldn’t have explained it. In college, I’d developed a theory that is closer to this, but I didn’t believe it.

When I was a kid, I just knew what I could do. Or should be able to do. And I bragged a hell of a lot. But I had no idea what was in store for me.

Why should I be so lucky?

I’m not.

That’s like asking the sun why it’s so lucky. Or a comet. Or a rock on the beach that has a nice sparkle to it.

Why is it a rock, and not you?

It’s just a feature of my existence that I got to think I was kind of sort of a human for the first fifty years of… it might be just this life.

I don’t know how old I actually am, because I don’t have any memories of before this life. And I may never get them back. But I’m pretty sure that the story I come from, the story that I am, is older than this physical vessel, and it will last longer.

It’s like believing in your own immortal soul.

A lot of humans do that. And they might be right to. I personally kind of feel like they are, though I’m not going to guess at what the nature of it is.

Right now, I’m a dragon that can fly, breathe some fire a bit more often than she realized, and who can kind of sort of disguise herself as human. And also, convince some other dragons to respect her for some reason. And get hurt. And die repeatedly, I’m pretty sure.

There might be a few more things I can do besides that.

And maybe with the help of a couple of Artist friends, I might be able to stay connected with my story more reliably now, and keep my memories for longer.

I’m not sending this to any newspapers or anybody. I don’t think they’d get it. It wouldn’t be useful. I might put it in one of my books, in the right spot.

No. I don’t want to protest too much, though.

That would be disingenuous.

It’s just kind of a really big mind fuck to go from thinking that you are a living, breathing, organic, mortal being for 50 years, who maybe wished she was something different, to learning that you’re a story.

And having the undeniable proof of it pulled right from out of your very own soul – or what you thought was your soul – by another story that’s almost certainly older, wiser, and considerably less brainwashed by humans than you.

Maybe, someday, humans will be ready to know this part about dragons.

First, let’s get your governments to start treating us all, humans and others alike, as people.

For all intents and purposes, for all the experience I have at my clawtips, I’m still a 50 year old disabled girl. I just happen to be disabled by dracomorphosis. And C-PTSD, still.

It’s going to take a lot of work that’s certainly beyond me alone to achieve.

I could, if I can find an employer that is super fucking chill, maybe hold down a job now. Gotta be free of triggers, though, and few jobs are.

And honestly, out of all of the stories in the world, it is pretty special that I get to drink coffee and worry about shit like that.

—

There's a certain point in life where when a real live dragon tells you, “No, I really am a dragon,” you tend to believe it.

Anyway, Rhoda takes that better than I expected. I hope.

Kim is looking at me weird, and Kimberly is shaking too much to operate the espresso machine, so they switch positions.

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Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land

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CHAPTER SEVEN

The BAU struggles to find Reid after he's kidnapped by the unsub. Follows the events of Criminal Minds Season 2 Episode 15 "Revelations."

Trigger Warnings: mentions of drug use

Word Count: 5,808

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NOTE: Sorry for the many-month hiatus. It's been a shitshow around here lately. First, I was wicked depressed. Then, I got into a really bad accident and totaled my poor car (it was the other guy's fault and I have finally fully healed). So then I had to fight with insurance to get a rental and then buy a car, which I finally did today (2019 Chevy Equinox, in case you were wondering). So yeah. I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter, though.

You’re between Morgan and Prentiss in the back of the SUV, your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. You’re mentally berating yourself for not remembering the case sooner, convinced that you’re the reason Reid’s in trouble.

“Hey,” Prentiss says quietly, putting a hand on your bouncing leg. “This isn’t your fault.”

You scoff. “I should’ve remembered.”

“You said the show was on for like fifteen years, right?” she asks, shaking her head.

“Sixteen,” you correct her.

“You can’t possibly remember everything that happened over those sixteen years,” she tells you. You don’t respond, looking up at the roof of the car, willing yourself not to cry. You feel Emily move her arm from your leg to squeeze your hand. Your chest feels like it’s about to burst as your breathing starts to accelerate.

“Hey, hey, Y/N,” Emily says, squeezing your hand again. “Look at me.” You turn your head to face her, biting the inside of your cheek. “You’re okay. JJ and Reid are going to be okay.”

You shake your head, a tear sliding down your cheek. “He’s not,” you choke out. She wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to her, rubbing your arm as your breathing steadies and determination sets in. You will get Reid back.

When Hotch finally pulls up to Tobias Hankel’s address, you all jump out of the SUV, drawing your weapons and flashlights. Hotch and Gideon move to take the front of the house. You, Morgan, and Prentiss go to follow when an officer stops the three of you. “There’s a barn around back,” he tells Morgan, pointing.

Morgan nods. “Prentiss, Y/L/N, come on.” The three of you hurry around the outside of the house, moving to the barn. Morgan takes the lead with you and Prentiss following close behind. He rushes into the barn, pointing his flashlight forward to illuminate the way.

You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears and feel it in your chest. It feels like it’s about to explode out from your chest at any second as you search the barn. Your flashlight lands on the unmoving body of a dead dog and you frown, but continue moving. You come up beside Morgan, who is staring at the a bloody mattress, bits and pieces of a body scattered everywhere. You curse.

“Oh, damn,” Morgan says.

“FBI!”

You spin around to see a disheveled JJ pointing her gun at you, her eyes wild.

“JJ, it’s us!” you tell her as Morgan and Prentiss call her name.

“DON’T MOVE!” JJ yells.

“It’s Morgan!” Morgan calls to her. “JJ, it’s Morgan, Y/L/N, and Prentiss! Don’t shoot!” JJ begins to slowly lower her gun. “It’s okay. Are you hurt?”

JJ stares at Morgan as you and Emily approach her, checking her over for injuries. “Tobias Hankel is the unsub,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, we know,” Morgan says.

“I’ll go call in an ambulance,” one of the officers behind Morgan says.

“Yeah,” Morgan tells him with a nod.

JJ holsters her gun. “We just thought he was a witness.” She looks around at the dead dogs. “I had to kill them.”

“JJ, where’s Reid?” Morgan asks. You bite your cheek, tensing.

“They just… completely tore her apart,” JJ says, looking at the bloody mattress. “There’s nothing even left—”

“JJ, look at me,” Prentiss says firmly. “Look at me. Where’s Reid?”

“Oh, uh, we split up. He said he was going to go around back,” JJ says. You and Morgan turn and run out the back. Morgan motions you to go right as he goes left. Your search leads you into the cornfield, where your flashlight illuminates drag marks in the dirt.

“Morgan!” you yell, bending down to touch the dirt. You hear Morgan’s footsteps as he runs over to you.

“Find anything?” he asks. You gesture to the ground in front of you. Morgan curses.

You and Morgan walk back around the barn to find Prentiss talking to JJ, who is sitting in the back of an ambulance. “Prentiss,” Morgan says. She turns away from JJ and takes a step toward Morgan, who gestures to the cornfield. “We think Reid followed him into the cornfield.”

“I-it looks like somebody was dragged,” you tell her.

She shakes her head and goes to open her mouth when Detective Farraday grabs her attention from behind you. “Hey,” she calls, walking past you to the officer. “What’s going on?”

“The Sheriff two towns over,” Detective Farraday explains. “He just gave directions to a man who fit Hankel’s description. It’s to a motor lodge in Fort Bend.”

“Let’s get Hotch and Gideon,” Morgan says, turning to find them. You hurry after him, nervously rubbing your hands together.

*   *   *   *   *

The motor lodge is a dead end; it appears the unsub asked for directions simply to distract the police. By the time you return to Tobias Hankel’s house, it’s close to noon. You haven’t slept in over a day, but you’re too anxious to feel tired.

You sit around the kitchen table with Prentiss, JJ, Gideon, and Morgan, your leg bouncing nervously. You all turn to face the front door as Hotch leads Garcia inside.

“Welcome to our nightmare,” JJ says. You swallow hard.

“His computer is an extension of his brain,” Gideon tells Garcia. “I need you to dissect it.”

Morgan stands, beckoning her over. “I’ll get you set up. Come on.”

“So nothing new since I left?” Hotch asks as Morgan and Garcia walk into the other room, though it’s more of a statement than a question.

Prentiss sighs. “Well, the good thing is the guy documented practically every second of his life. The bad news is we’re still unpiling.”

“From the looks of it, he hasn’t left this place in years,” JJ says.

“He knew he could pretend to be looking for a hotel and throw us off his trail,” Prentiss says.

Gideon shakes his head. “No, no, no, it’s more than that. The sheriff’s office, the 911 calls. Every time he engages the police and gets away with it, he reassures himself that God’s on his side, not ours.”

You continue reading through the journals, occasionally muttering increasingly-creative profanities under your breath as you continue to find nothing useful. Eventually, Prentiss calls over to you from the other side of the room.

“Hey, I have got a list of Narcotics Anonymous meetings,” she says, holding a piece of paper. “Someone’s name and number is written on it, but this looks to be about twelve years old.”

“Try it,” Gideon says, not turning around. “There are no bad leads.” He reaches up and tears down the wallpaper in front of him, revealing writing on the wall. You and Emily step forward to get a better look.

“The hell is this?” you mutter.

“Is that Latin?” Emily asks.

“‘Honora patrum tuum,’” Gideon reads. He turns around, raising an eyebrow. “‘Honor thy father.’”

You sigh. “So nothing helpful, again.”

“We’ll find him,” Emily tells you.

“Yeah, but what’s Hankel gonna do to him while we’re looking?” You shake your head. You step out of the room and walk down the hall. When you pass the bathroom, JJ spins around, pointing her gun at you.

“Whoa!” you yelp, raising your hands. “Hey, hey, easy! JJ, it’s just me!”

Emily hurries out of the room behind you as JJ lowers her weapon. “Is everything okay?” She notices your raised hands and JJ holstering her weapon. “Are you all right?” she asks JJ.

JJ gives her a pained smile. “Uh, yeah. I’m-I’m sorry,” she tells you. “You scared me.”

You shake your head, lowering your hands. “No, I’m sorry. My bad.”

Emily looks between the two of you, contemplating what to say, before she turns to JJ. “JJ, we’re talking tomorrow morning to some guy who knew Hankel from Narcotics Anonymous. Why don’t you come with us? Get out of the house?”

JJ nods slowly. “Yeah.”

“Okay, great,” Prentiss says. She turns to walk past where you’re still watching JJ, trying to gauge whether or not she’s truly okay.

“Emily.” JJ steps out of the bathroom. You back up so she can face Emily.

“Yeah?” Prentiss turns around.

“How come none of this gets to you?” JJ asks.

Prentiss frowns. “What do you mean?”

“You came off a desk job,” JJ explains, and you suddenly remember flashes of watching Criminal Minds back in your own universe, specifically the ones involving Ian Doyle, but you don’t correct her. “Now suddenly you’re in the field surrounded by mutilated bodies, and… you don’t even flinch,” JJ finishes as Hotch comes up behind Emily.

“She’s right,” Hotch says. “You’ve never blinked.”

Emily shakes her head slowly. “I… guess… maybe I compartmentalize better than most people.”

Hotch goes to say something else but he’s interrupted by Morgan. “Hey guys!” Morgan shouts from outside. “I think I got something!”

The four of you rush out the front door and to the side of the house, where Morgan is clearing away overgrown grass from what looks to be a bulkhead leading to a basement of some sort. You take out your gun and flashlight. Hotch does the same.

Morgan pulls open the wooden door. “Tobias Hankel, FBI!” When there’s no response, Hotch nods at him to descend the stairs. You follow behind him, with Hotch at your heels.

When you reach the bottom step, you realize you’re standing inside an underground freezer, your breath causing a cloud of fog to appear with every exhale. There’s a man slumped over at the other end of the freezer.

“Tobias!” Morgan calls, slowly creeping forward, his gun raised. You follow.

“Guys, he’s blue,” you note as you get closer. “He’s obviously been dead for a while.”

“I think we just found Hankel’s father,” Hotch says.

*   *   *   *   *

The body is quickly transported to the ME’s office, and you go back to reading through the journals. It’s mind-numbing, but you refuse to stop, determined to find something that will help you find Reid. It’s past midnight when Emily tells you to get some rest, and though you try to resist, you can’t argue when she points out that you haven’t slept in almost two days. You grudgingly take your meds and rest your head on the table, closing your eyes. You sleep fitfully, but you do manage to get a couple hours in before you go with Prentiss and JJ to interview the man who knew Tobias Hankel from Narcotics Anonymous. Emily drives with JJ in the passenger seat, and you try not to nod off in the back.

When you get to the man’s house, he’s already outside, working on a red muscle car. “You must be the FBI,” he says as you all exit the SUV. “I’m Mickey Bates.”

“Agent Prentiss, these are Agents Jareau and Y/L/N,” Emily says, introducing the three of you. “We found your information in Tobias Hankel’s house and were wondering if you could tell us a bit about him.”

“Tobias Hankel,” Mickey repeats. “I haven’t thought about that boy in probably ten years.”

“So, you two were in a program together?” JJ asks.

Mickey nods. “He should tell you, but yeah. I was his sponsor. Small town, we all get lumped together. Me, I was just a drunk, but Tobias, he was a whole different sort of animal.”

“What was Tobias’ drug of choice, then?” you ask.

“Dilaudid,” Mickey says.

“Drugstore heroin,” Emily notes.

“He used to cut it with a psychedelic,” Mickey explains. He shakes his head. “That boy was looking to escape as far from reality as he could get. Addicts don’t get excuses, but if someone ever needed to self-medicate, it was that boy.”

“Why is that?” Prentiss asks.

“You know anything about his daddy?” Mickey says.

You, JJ, and Prentiss exchange looks. “We think Tobias Hankel may have murdered his father,” JJ says.

Mickey smiles, nodding. “Good for him.” JJ raises her eyebrows. “You know, Tobias’ mama ran off with another man when he was seven. His dad went Section-Eight, started preaching about sin, end-of-the-world stuff.” Mickey shakes his head. “He beat Tobias silly. He burned a cross in his forehead when Tobias was ten. If Tobias wore a hat, he’d beat him more.”

“Is there anyone Tobias would turn to if he was on the run?” Prentiss asks.

“Far as I know, he never left home,” Mickey says. “You know, honestly, between his habit and the old man, I’m amazed he’s still alive.”

You finish up the conversation before heading back to Tobias Hankel’s house, where Morgan, Hotch, Gideon, and Detective Farraday are still going through the journals.

“There’s something weird going on here,” Morgan says as you walk through the door.

“You think?” the detective says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, seriously,” Morgan says, holding up one of the journals. “Check this out. This journal is filled with religious ramblings. He notates hour by hour. ‘November 15th, 3:17— if ye offer a sacrifice of peace offering unto the Lord, ye shall offer it at your own will.’ And it goes on and on.”

“That matches what Mickey Bates just told us,” you say. “He said Tobias’ father went total religious nut after the mother left them.”

“Yeah, but then it goes blank for days,” Morgan says.

The detective shrugs. “Maybe he got sick of writing.”

“I think I got it,” Hotch says, looking through another journal.

“What is it?” Gideon asks.

“A journal entry, dated December 6th,” Hotch says. “‘Father’s sick. Wants me to put him down. I say ‘thou shalt not kill,’ he says ‘honor thy father.’ Must pray for guidance.’”

“So he kills his father as an act of mercy,” Gideon says.

“Except this is two months ago,” Hotch says, “and Tobias Hankel’s father had been dead for four months already.”

“That’s exactly it,” Morgan says, putting down the journal in his hand. He gestures to the chair in front of him. “Look at the floor. These scuff marks are fresh. I mean, it’s like two people were moving the chairs constantly, trying to fight for control.”

“So?” Detective Farraday says.

Emily shakes her head. “You don’t think….”

Morgan nods. “This journal matches Charles Hankel’s handwriting, but it was written after he died. Upstairs, Tobias’ bedroom— it’s got junk piled floor to ceiling, but the other bedroom could pass a military inspection.”

“So are you telling me one of Tobias’ personalities was his father?” Detective Farraday asks.

“Well, Tobias was raised with a strict religious code— black and white, right and wrong,” Gideon says. “When his father asked Tobias to kill him, something had to give.”

“His brain couldn’t handle the moral contradiction, so it split into two personalities on order to keep his father alive,” Hotch explains.

JJ shakes her head. “So who is Raphael?”

“My guess— he’s a mediator between the two,” Gideon offers. “Angels have no human emotions. Live or die, they don’t care, as long as it’s God’s will.”

“We need to start profiling Tobias’ father,” Hotch says. “He may be the one who chose where to take Reid.”

“I’ll get Garcia on it,” Morgan says. He walks into the other room, where Garcia is still combing through Tobias’ computer. You follow him. “Garcia, I need you to log into the system as Tobias’ father,” Morgan tells her.

“The system was set up three months ago,” Garcia tells him. “The dad was already dead.”

Morgan puts a hand on her shoulder. “I know that, smarty-pants, but do it for your boy anyway, all right?”

“Okay,” Garcia says, typing on the keyboard.

“Charles Hankel,” you tell her, watching over her shoulder. She hits the enter key, and the many computer screens change from unsuspecting people in their houses to videos of destruction— fires, bombs, tsunamis, riots.

“Whoa,” Garcia says. She starts typing, but suddenly the screens go black.

“What’s going on?” Morgan asks. “What happened?”

Garcia shakes her head. “I… don’t know.” Suddenly, a video feed of Reid pops up on all of the screens.

“Oh my God,” Garcia breathes. You curse.

“Guys!” Morgan yells, poking his head out of the doorway. “Guys! Get in here!”

Everyone rushes into the room. Emily gasps. “He’s been beaten,” she says as you start stimming, rubbing your hands together over and over again.

“Can’t you track him?” JJ asks.

“Hankel’s only streaming this to his home computer,” Garcia says quietly.

“This is for us,” Gideon says. “He knows we’re here.”

“Fuck!” you exclaim.

“I’m gonna put this guy’s head on a stick,” Morgan mutters.

“Why can’t you locate him?” Hotch asks.

“He’s rerouting to a different IP address every thirty seconds,” Garcia explains. “I can’t track him.”

“You really see inside men’s minds?” Tobias asks Reid from off screen. You assume it’s one of his alters speaking, either his father or Raphael. “See these vermin? Choose one to die. I’ll let you choose one to live.”

Reid shakes his head. “No,” he whispers.

There’s a bang. “I thought you wanted to be some kind of savior?” Tobias says.

“You’re a sadist in a psychotic break,” Reid says. “You won’t stop killing. Your word’s not true.”

“The other heathens are watching,” you hear Tobias tell him. “Choose a sinner to die, and I’ll say the name and address of the person who gets saved.” You bite your bottom lip, still rubbing your hands together anxiously.

“I won’t choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher,” Reid says, shaking his head.

Tobias moves on screen and grabs Reid, standing him up. “Can you really see into my mind, boy? Can you see I’m not a liar?!” Tobias yells. “Choose one to die, and save a life. Otherwise, they’re all dead.” He drops Reid back into his chair.

“All right,” Reid says, his voice shaking. “I’ll choose who lives.”

“They’re all the same,” Tobias says.

“Far right screen,” Reid tells him.

“Marilyn David, 4913 Walnut Creek Road,” Tobias says.

“You got that?” Hotch asks as Garcia types.

“Yeah,” she says. A phone number pops up on the screen and Gideon takes out his cell phone and dials.

“Marilyn David,” he says. “My name is Jason Gideon. I’m with the FBI. You recently asked for tech support on your computer. Someone has hacked into your camera and is watching you. I need you to shut off your computer.”

On the screen, Reid looks up. “Raphael,” he whispers. The feed goes black. Morgan turns and punches the door. You put your hands on your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“So now what?” the officer asks. “Wait for a 911 call and hope we get there in time?”

“There’s nothing we can do,” Hotch says.

*   *   *   *   *

You, Gideon, and Hotch walk into the house of the latest victims in silence.

“Slaughtered,” the detective from Tobias Hankel’s house tells the three of you. “Same as the others. We’ve got roadblocks for a fifteen-mile radius. Every unit’s on the road, but so far nothing.”

“I don’t know how much longer Reid can hold out,” Hotch says.

“We’ll find him,” you whisper, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“Who were the victims?” Gideon asks.

“Pam and Mike Hayes,” Detective Farraday says. “He was a local defense attorney.”

“And what bible passage was left?”

“Isaiah 59,” the detective says, holding up a piece of paper in an evidence bag. Hotch takes it from him.

“‘No one calls for justice, no one pleads their case with integrity,’” Hotch reads. “‘They rely on empty arguments. They offer lies. They conceive trouble and give birth to evil.’”

Gideon walks over to the open laptop on the desk across the room. He sits down in the chair in front of it. “Reid,” he says. “If you’re watching, you’re not responsible for this. You understand me? He’s perverting God to justify murder. You are stronger than him. He cannot break you.” Gideon stands up and comes back to you and Hotch.

There’s nothing much for you to do at the scene, so the three of you soon find yourselves back at Tobias Hankel’s house.

“We’re not getting any closer,” Hotch says quietly as you all walk through the front door.

“Reid’s brilliant,” Gideon tells him. “He’ll figure out how to survive.”

“You know, I always take advantage of Reid for his brain,” Hotch says, “but I never actually teach him how to deal with things emotionally.”

Gideon shrugs. “Lead by example.”

“Yeah, and what kind of example is that?” Hotch says. You cover your humorless laugh with a cough.

“He’ll make it,” Gideon says.

You nod. “He will,” you say. You’re not sure who you’re trying to convince, them or yourself. You do know that the episode ends with Reid being rescued, but it’s a lot harder to believe when you’re living it.

You wander over to where Garcia is set up, still going through Tobias’ computer. JJ is already there.

“Any more sign of Reid?” JJ asks.

Garcia shakes her head. “And he just posted the last murder online,” she says quietly. “It’s had over 17,000 hits in the first twenty minutes.”

“I want to see it,” JJ says.

“No you don’t,” Garcia says, shaking her head.

“Don’t tell me what I want and don’t want,” JJ says. Garcia looks at her in shock. “If I can’t watch this… I have no business being in the field.”

“Jayge, it’s not a competition,” Garcia tells her.

“You have nothing to prove,” you add.

“I-I need to see it,” JJ says.

“If you stop being affected by things, you… lose parts of yourself, you know,” Garcia says.

JJ doesn’t meet her eyes. “Show me.”

Garcia sighs and presses a button on her keyboard, standing. “I won’t watch it with you,” she says, leaving the room. You follow her, not wanting to see it, either. You decide to go find Prentiss. She’s in the living room with Morgan, who’s staring at the wall  where you’ve all taped pictures and journal entries.

“We can trace their whole family history,” Morgan says. He shakes his head. “Here we got happy, smiling pictures of Tobias. Report cards, all A’s and B’s. But at eight years old, we got nothing.”

“That’s his mother leaving,” Emily says. “Six months later, on the other side of the board, we have a form from Child Services saying they paid a visit.”

“And then Charles starts keeping journals about punishing sinners and needing to remove the Devil from his son,” Morgan says.

“Which corresponds to Tobias’ drug use,” Emily adds.

“He’s trying to escape,” you say.

“So wherever Reid is, it was Tobias’ choice, not his father’s,” Morgan says.

“How do you figure?” Emily asks.

“Look at these two lives,” he says. “They’re like inverse graphs. One’s getting weaker while the other one’s getting angrier. Tobias would run away, his father would would’ve stood and fought.”

“Okay, but where the hell would he go?” you ask. “The dude barely ever even left his house.”

“So, Tobias uses drugs as an escape,” Prentiss says. “I’ll go back through the journals and see if I can find anything connecting his drug use to a hiding place.”

“I’ll help,” you offer, jumping at the chance to do something.

“Uh, where’s Gideon?” JJ says from behind you.

“He’s upstairs,” you tell her.

“Why? What’s going on?” Morgan asks.

“Hankel just posted the latest murder,” JJ says.

You sigh. “I’ll go tell him.”

After you relay the news to Gideon and Hotch, you find yourself back with Garcia with the rest of the team.

“I don’t understand,” Gideon says. “Why can’t we shut it down?”

“Because I can’t pinpoint his IP address,” Garcia tells him.

“So just remove it once he sends it,” Gideon says.

“The internet doesn’t work like that,” you explain.

Garcia nods. “Once something’s out there, you can never take it back.”

“It must remain. You can’t undo anything,” Gideon mutters, shaking his head. “Can you please do something? Anything? I do not want him thinking he has a pulpit.”

“A virus,” you say, quietly at first, then louder as the ideas forms in your mind. “What if people thought it was a virus?”

Garcia nods, typing away at her keyboard. “I have a list of everyone from the file-sharing chain. I could send out a mass warning that the video is actually a virus. I’m gonna do that, okay.” She turns to you and Gideon. “It’s done.”

You nod. “Good. At least that—” The computer beeps. Garcia spins back around in her chair just as another live video feed of Reid pops up on all of the screens. “He’s okay,” you breathe. You lean over Garcia’s shoulder, getting closer to the screen.

“This ends now,” Tobias says, stepping in front of Reid, who’s still sitting in the chair. His tone of voice tells you that his father’s personality is the one currently in control. “Confess your sins.” He slaps Reid across the face. You and Garcia flinch. “Confess!”

“I haven’t done anything!” Reid cries. Tobias punches Reid in the face. “Tobias, help me,” Reid squeaks.

“He can’t help you,” Tobias says. “He’s weak. Confess!” He slaps Reid across the face again. A tear slides down your cheek. You squeeze Garcia’s shaking shoulder. She puts her hand on top of yours and squeezes back. “Confess your sins,” Tobias says. When Reid doesn’t respond, Tobias yells, pushing the chair over, Reid with it. Reid hits the ground and begins to convulse, gasping.

“Oh my God, he’s killing him!” Garcia gasps. You stare at the screen, unable to look away. Suddenly, Reid stops gasping and convulsing, his head falling backwards with a thud.

“That’s the Devil vacating your body,” Tobias mutters.

“Is-is he…?” Garcia’s voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

You shake your head vigorously. “No,” you say. “No, he’s gonna be fine. I know he is, I’ve seen it!” Gideon walks out of the room. At some point, Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ end up behind you. You refuse to look away from the screen, mentally willing Reid to move. Suddenly, Tobias rushes back on screen, kneeling next to Reid and starting chest compressions.

“Jason!” Hotch calls from behind you. You continue to stare at the video feed, unblinking, hand in hand with Garcia. You can feel her shaking, but you’re numb.

You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when Reid gasps, coughing. Garcia gasps, tears streaming down her face. On the screen, Tobias leans backwards as Reid coughs.

“Wait, wait a second,” Emily says, breaking the silence in the room. “When was the video of the last murder posted?”

“9:23,” Garcia tells her.

“And-and what were the time of deaths?” Prentiss says.

“The 911 call came in at 9:04, and the murder must have been minutes after,” Hotch says.

“That’s only a nineteen minute difference,” JJ says.

“That’s not a lot of time,” you say slowly. “Can we use that to narrow down where he might be?”

“How long would it take to post the MPEG?” Morgan asks.

“Two, three minutes, tops,” Garcia says.

“So let’s call it two,” Morgan responds. “You figure a maximum of 60 miles an hour in a residential area. That means Hankel has to be within a seventeen mile radius of the crime scene.”

“Garcia, can we see it on a map?” Hotch asks. Garcia presses a few buttons on the keyboard and pulls up a map of the area, a blue circular overlay denoting the radius of Reid’s possible location.

“Call Farraday,” Gideon says. “I want that area locked down like it’s martial law.”

“Guys,” Garcia says, pulling the video feed back up. Tobias is standing over Reid.

“You came back to life,” Tobias says.

“Raphael,” Reid whispers from the ground.

“There can be only one of two reasons,” Tobias continues, speaking as Raphael.

“I was given CPR,” Reid tells him.

“There are no accidents. How many members are on your team?” he asks.

“Eight,” Reid says.

“‘The seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound,’” Tobias quotes. “‘The first sounding followed hail and fire mixed with blood, and they were thrown to Earth.’”

“He thinks it’s Revelations— the seven archangels versus the seven angels of death,” Hotch says.

“But there are eight of us,” you point out.

Hotch shakes his head. “Seven, if you don’t count Reid. He thinks we’re the angels of death.”

On the video feed, Tobias picks up Reid’s chair and has him sit in it. “Tell me who you serve.”

“I serve you,” Reid says quietly.

“Then choose one to die,” Tobias says.

“What?”

“Your team members— choose one to die.”

“Kill me,” Reid says, defiant.

“You said you weren’t one of them,” Tobias says.

“I lied,” Reid tells him.

“Your team has seven other members, the seven angels of death,” Tobias says. “Tell me who dies.”

Reid shakes his head. “No.”

Tobias pulls out a revolver from his pocket. He opens the chamber, places a single bullet inside, and spins it before yanking it closed again. He places the end of the revolver against Reid’s forehead. “Choose, and prove you’ll do God’s will.”

“No,” Reid says. Your heart threatens to beat right out of your chest.

You flinch at the click the revolver makes when Tobias pulls the trigger. “Choose,” he says.

Reid doesn’t move. “I won’t do it.”

Another click as Tobias pulls the trigger for a second time and you flinch again. “Life is a choice.”

“No.”

Another click and another flinch. “Choose.”

“I… I choose… Aaron Hotchner,” Reid says. “He’s a classic narcissist. He thinks he’s better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4— ‘let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense.’”

Hotch walks out of the room as Tobias raises the revolver so it’s pointed above Reid’s head. He pulls the trigger and a shot rings out. You follow Hotch out of the room.

“I’m not a narcissist,” he says, flipping through the pages of a bible.

“Come on, look,” Gideon says. “You can’t take anything from that. He’s—”

“That’s not what I’m—”

“—in his right mind—”

“No, stop, stop,” Hotch says. “All right, everybody, right now— what’s my worst quality?” No one says anything. “Okay, I’ll start. I have no sense of humor.”

“You’re a bully,” JJ says.

“I’m a bully,” Hotch repeats.

“You can be a drill sergeant sometimes,” Morgan says.

“Right,” Hotch says.

“You bury all your emotions,” you add. Hotch nods.

“You don’t trust women as much as men,” Prentiss chimes in.

“Okay, good,” Hotch says. “I’m all these things, but none of you said that I ever put myself above the team because I don’t, ever. Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism, and he knew that I would remember that.” He points to the open bible he’s holding. “And he also quotes Genesis, Chapter 23 Verse 4. Read it.”

You take the bible from him, quickly locating the passage. “‘I am a stranger and a sojourner with you. Give me property, for a burial place among you, that I may bury my dead out of my sight.’”

“He wouldn’t get it wrong unless it was on purpose,” Hotch says confidently.

“Tha-that’s right!” you gasp, the clue jogging your memory. “He’s in a cemetery!”

You all rush back to Garcia. “Pull up the map of the seventeen-mile radius again,” Hotch tells her. She does so quickly. “Reid’s in a cemetery.”

You all examine the map quickly. “I don’t see a cemetery,” Prentiss says.

“Call up the first time we saw Reid,” Gideon tells Garcia. She taps a few keys and pulls up the earlier video stream.

“I won’t choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher,” Reid says in the video.

“Check to see if there are any reports of poaching in the last couple of days,” Hotch says.

“Okay, uh…,” Garcia says, typing on her keyboard. “A farmer reported two sheep being slaughtered on his property.”

“Where are we talking?” Morgan asks.

Garcia zooms in on the map. “Wait, what’s that patch of green there?” JJ asks.

“Marshall Parish,” Hotch says. “I think it’s an old plantation.”

“Wait,” Emily says, “Tobias wrote in his journals about staying clean and keeping away from Marshall.”

“Guys, there’s a cemetery on the grounds,” Garcia says as the computer beeps.

“Let’s go,” Hotch says. You all rush out the door.

*   *   *   *   *

As soon as Morgan shifts into park, you’re jumping out of the backseat and drawing your weapon. You follow Morgan and Prentiss around the back of a small building as Hotch, Gideon, and JJ take the front.

Morgan kicks the door open. “FBI!”

You follow him into a small room, where a fire is still crackling in the fireplace in the corner. Hotch, Gideon, and JJ are in front of you, walking through the front door.

“Clear!” Morgan shouts.

“Clear!” Hotch says.

“Ah! What’s that smell?” Prentiss asks, coughing.

“Let’s spread out,” Hotch commands. “They have to be on foot. Let’s go!”

You turn around and begin walking through the overgrown bushes, your flashlight shining in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Prentiss do the same. You find a rusted metal gate and walk inside of it, moving past old, weathered gravestones.

Suddenly, you hear a gunshot. “Reid!” you scream, breaking out into a run. You weave between the headstones, heading in the direction of the sound.

“Reid!” you hear Morgan shout.

You run around a corner and find Reid kneeling over Tobias Hankel. “Over here!” you yell to the others, running over to him.

“There he is!” Hotch shouts from behind you.

You rush over to Reid, dropping to your knees beside him. “Are you okay?!” You reach over and hug him before pulling him to his feet as the rest of the team catches up to you.

“I knew you’d find me,” Reid says, throwing his arms around you. After a moment, you take a step back, and JJ surges forward to take your place.

“I am so sorry,” she says quietly, clinging to Reid.

“It’s all right,” Reid tells her. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Gideon grabs Reid’s arm gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Reid slowly pulls away. “Can… can I have a second alone?”

“Of course,” Gideon tells him, and the rest of you take a few steps back to give him some space. Reid kneels down next to Tobias’ body, his back to you. After a moment, he stands up and walks over to where the rest of you are waiting. You put a hand on his shoulder as you walk out of the cemetery, finally able to put this behind you.

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The 2023 Chevy Equinox is a sporty two-row crossover SUV that’s ready for loads of fun with its available all-wheel drive and peppy performance, both on and off-road. Click on our blog to learn more about the 2023 Chevy Equinox.

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Are There Any Recalls On 2016 Chevy Equinox? A Complete Guide!

If you own a 2016 Chevy Equinox, you might be wondering if there are any recalls on your vehicle.  Recalls are issued by the manufacturer when they discover a defect or problem that could affect the safety or performance of the vehicle.  In this article, we will provide you with a complete guide on the recalls that have been issued for the 2016 Chevy Equinox, what they cover, and what you should…

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Find Your Dream Chevrolet at Bob Johnson Chevy West in Spencerport, NY

When searching for the perfect Chevrolet, finding a dealership that offers excellent customer service, unbeatable deals, and a wide selection of vehicles is crucial. Located in Spencerport, NY, Bob Johnson Chevy West is your go-to destination for all things Chevrolet. Whether you're looking for a brand-new Chevrolet, a reliable pre-owned vehicle, or professional automotive services, this dealership has everything you need to make your car-buying experience seamless and enjoyable.

A Vast Selection of Chevrolet Vehicles

Bob Johnson chevy dealer in spencerport ny West offers an extensive range of Chevrolet vehicles, ensuring that customers can find the perfect model to match their lifestyle and budget. From rugged trucks to stylish sedans and family-friendly SUVs, you’ll find:

Chevrolet Silverado 1500 – A powerful and durable pickup truck, perfect for work and adventure.

Chevrolet Equinox – A versatile and fuel-efficient SUV, ideal for families.

Chevrolet Malibu – A sleek sedan that combines style, comfort, and efficiency.

Chevrolet Traverse – A spacious and reliable SUV designed for long road trips.

Chevrolet Camaro & Corvette – Iconic sports cars for those who crave speed and performance.

Whether you need a dependable work truck, an efficient commuter car, or a high-performance sports car, Bob Johnson Chevy West has you covered.

Exclusive Deals and Unmatched Savings

One of the biggest advantages of shopping at Bob Johnson Chevy West is the incredible savings and exclusive deals offered year-round. Customers can take advantage of:

Manufacturer incentives and rebates on select Chevrolet models.

Competitive financing options with low interest rates.

Special lease offers for budget-conscious buyers.

Trade-in programs that provide excellent value for your current vehicle.

The dealership also offers seasonal promotions and clearance sales, allowing you to drive home in a brand-new Chevrolet at a fraction of the cost.

Exceptional Customer Service

Bob Johnson Chevy West takes pride in offering outstanding customer service, ensuring a stress-free and enjoyable car-buying experience. The professional sales team is knowledgeable and dedicated to helping you find the perfect Chevrolet that fits your needs.

Key highlights of their customer service include:

Personalized consultations to understand your requirements and preferences.

No-pressure sales approach to make your buying experience comfortable.

Transparent pricing with no hidden fees.

Test drives to ensure you’re making the right choice.

Customers consistently praise Bob Johnson Chevy West for their friendly and professional approach, making the dealership a trusted choice in Spencerport, NY.

Certified Pre-Owned and Used Vehicles

If you're looking for a reliable pre-owned vehicle, Bob Johnson Chevy West has a certified pre-owned (CPO) program that guarantees quality and reliability. Benefits of purchasing a CPO vehicle include:

A thorough 172-point inspection ensuring top performance and safety.

A factory-backed warranty for added peace of mind.

Roadside assistance in case of emergencies.

Affordable pricing compared to brand-new models.

For those on a tighter budget, the dealership also offers a variety of high-quality used vehicles from various manufacturers, all inspected and priced competitively.

Professional Auto Service and Maintenance

Keeping your Chevrolet in top condition is essential, and Bob Johnson Chevy West offers comprehensive auto service and maintenance performed by certified technicians. Services include:

Oil changes and tire rotations.

Brake inspections and repairs.

Engine diagnostics and tune-ups.

Transmission services.

Genuine Chevrolet parts and accessories.

Customers can schedule service appointments online, ensuring convenience and efficiency when maintaining their vehicles.

Financing and Trade-In Options

Purchasing a new or pre-owned vehicle is a significant investment, and Bob Johnson Chevy West makes it easier with flexible financing and trade-in options. The finance team works with multiple lenders to secure low-interest rates and affordable monthly payments for buyers of all credit backgrounds.

Additionally, customers looking to upgrade their vehicle can benefit from high trade-in values and a simple evaluation process, making it easy to switch to a newer Chevrolet model.

Why Choose Bob Johnson Chevy West?

Bob Johnson Chevy West stands out as the top Chevrolet dealership in Spencerport, NY due to its commitment to quality, affordability, and customer satisfaction. Here’s why customers continue to choose this dealership:

Extensive inventory of new, certified pre-owned, and used vehicles.

Competitive pricing and unbeatable deals on Chevrolet models.

Exceptional customer service with a no-pressure sales approach.

Certified auto service center for all maintenance and repair needs.

Flexible financing and trade-in programs for all buyers.

Visit Bob Johnson Chevy West Today!

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Don’t miss out on the opportunity to own a quality Chevrolet at an unbeatable price—head to Bob Johnson Chevy West and drive home happy!

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Trump gives automakers one-month tariff reprieve to move operations from Canada, Mexico to US

President Donald Trump has delayed tariffs on automobile imports from Canada and Mexico for one month after requests from executives at the Big Three automakers — General Motors, Ford, and Stellantis — with the expectation that automakers will move any offshore operations to the United States by April 2.

The reprieve, which Politico first reported, comes less than two days after Trump issued 25% tariffs on all goods from the U.S.’s neighbors, which had previously been duty-free under a North American trade agreement (sometimes characterized as NAFTA 2.0) negotiated during his first term. The exemption applies to automakers that comply with the USMCA, per The Wall Street Journal.

Several automakers, including the Big Three, have complex supply chains and operate several manufacturing facilities in Mexico and Canada. For example, GM produces its Chevy Equinox in Mexico and Canada, and both Ford’s Lincoln Nautilus SUVs and Stellantis’ Dodge Chargers are made in Ontario. Multiple automotive suppliers also have factories in the two countries.

Car prices are already at historic highs, and the tariffs threaten to send sticker prices skyrocketing by as much as $12,000, according to Jeff Schott, senior fellow at the Peterson Institute for International Economics, who was interviewed by the Detroit Free Press. That could lead to less demand, leaving dealers stuck with unaffordable cars on their lots.

In an address to Congress on Tuesday, Trump urged manufacturers to move their operations onshore. White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt said in a briefing Wednesday that Trump expects GM, Ford, and Stellantis to shift production to the U.S. before the tariffs kick off at the end of the month.

“He told them that they should get on it,” Leavitt said.

Ford CEO Jim Farley said last month at an investor talk the company doesn’t have excess capacity at its plants to shift production. Farley noted that Ford could withstand tariffs in the short term, but if they persisted, they “would blow a hole in the U.S. industry that we’ve never seen.”

Through February, nearly half of all new vehicles sold in the U.S. were built in the U.S., but 17.4% of them were built in Mexico, and 7.4% in Canada, according to data from Edmunds.com.

“Since President Trump’s successful USMCA was signed, Ford has invested billions in the United States and committed to billions more in the future to both invest in American workers and ensure all of our vehicles comply with USMCA,” reads a statement from Ford. “We will continue to have a healthy and candid dialogue with the Administration to help achieve a bright future for our industry and U.S. manufacturing.”

This article has been updated with information from the White House press secretary and a statement from Ford.