I remember the day he came, the sun was blasting into the park. A body lay two feet away. The police struggled with crowds in the popular park. His car arrived. He was the new scientist in our group. Sent here from England, he had originally come for a one off investigation. But he had liked it in the states, and they had liked him. His name was Braden Montrol. I was expecting us all to greet eachother and then begin the case. Booth shook braden's hand. they went through names, all normal. But then i turned to him.
He had dark brown hair, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. His face was perfect, and nicely tanned. Bare arms showed sexy muscles. Booth stood at the same height as him. But his eyes were the most stunning thing about him. They were unusual, a rich violet colour. They drew me to him, and at that moment, they were heading towards me.
" Dr Brennan, I'm Braden Montrol." His voice floated in the wind and reminded me of the soft playing of a spainish gituar.
"Hi." I said lamely. But he smiled, held my hand, and lead me to the dead body. Behind me, Booth glared at him, I didn't see.
Braden had so much energy. We moved through so many different scenarios, so fast, it felt like we were dancing. The sun glittered around us and birds chirped in the trees. The sky was so brilliantly blue. I wanted to stay there, like that, for ever. Doing the job i love in a beautiful place with Braden.
Soon we had to leave, we had done all we could in the park. The body was fully clothed, but there was no flesh on the bones. the bones were charred and the head crushed. In the clothes the wallet was left with all the money. After checks we knew it was the victims wallet. His name had been Charles Ventusci.
Charles had been a doctor in Pakistan. During a bombing he had saved an America by transplanting a kidney from a dying man. This was done with mostly household items. The amazing skill he showed brought him to the United States. He had left all his family behind. In the twenty years he worked in America he became a famous surgeon. He never got married again and lived alone. He didn't go out much, said his neighbour. The man had been 70 when he died.
No fingerprints, no fibres, nothing. The only clue the body seemed to have was that the person had been pretty angry. The body had to have gone through multiple attacks, alive or not, to be as it was. Braden suggested that we research burning the reclothing bodies. Maybe some extremist religion acts in that way.
Booth spent most of the day checking Charles phone records etc. But the guy had so many credit cards it was hard to trace. Something was defiantly there though, the cards traced to all over the world. Charles had something going on, but i couldn't get my head around it. This was a man who lived alone. Went to work, saved some lives, came home again. He didn't have kids or a family. My did he seem to live all over the world? Tracing the cards records would take days, it was to long. I was worried that whoever had killed him would strike again.