July 4th 1998
Julie and Ray were holding each tightly as they looked on in fear at the severed hand still gripping the deadly hook in its hand. How could a common fishing instrument cause so much damage?
Southport's Sheriff stared at the hook for a moment before looking out to the ocean. "Ah don't worry, the body will turn up. They usually do."
August 24, 2006
The sun was beating down on the Jeffersonian Team as they worked on a body that washed up on the shore of a Virginian beach. Time and scavengers had stripped the body of it'd flesh and left only bone that the sea had grown on.
"The body's been in the water for at least a year, possibly more judging by the algae and barnacles," Jack Hodgins said as he collected samples.
"Well which is it a year or a few years?" Seeley Booth said irritably.
"We won't know for certain until we get back to the lab," Temperance Brennan told the agent with out bothering to look up from the bones. "The pelvis suggests male. He's missing his left hand. It looks like a clean break but a shark could have still taken it. I won't know for certain until we-"
"Get back to the lab yeah yeah," Booth said interrupting her. "So the question remains, who was this guy?"
With that the squints turned and looked at their handless body not knowing the man was the opposite of a victim.
To be continued…