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Author's note: Sorry for the delay, but i've been waiting to have my chapter checked by my beta. Unfortuantly she still hasn't got back to me after a week. So this has not been checked. Thanks for all the reviews.
Staring death between the eyes
Chapter 2- A knife across his throat
5 years previously
The leaves crunched underfoot as Booth crossed the road to the crime scene. It looked like a normal house, but Booth knew it even it was, it wasn't anymore.
"What have we got?" Booth's voice cut across the cold crisp air. Many people turned to see who had spoken, but not one word passed their lips. Booth placed his hands on his hips and waited. After a few moments an oldish man walked up to him. His eyes were tired like he'd seen too many deaths. He was wearing a blue all in one suit with a logo printed on it with Jeffersonian above it. He looked at Booth and then in a spoke in a low gravelly voice.
"Middle age man dead. Cause of death was a slash across the throat with a knife. The wife's in the garden, she's a bit distraught." Booth nodded as the man made his way away from him. It was always the same, no matter who the relative was be it a sister, son or mother. They were always distraught. Booth walked down the stone steps towards the garden. He spotted the wife a mile off. She was stood next to an officer. She wore pale white Pj's with a cream dressing gown over the top. Her face was extremely pale except for her bright red eyes, which Booth suspected was from crying. Her fingers picked at her arm.
"Officer may I talk to her?" The man looked Booth up and down before nodding and moving away. He moved closer to the woman.
"I'm Special Agent Booth. You are?" The woman lifted her head from her feet and looked at Booth with a vacant look in her eyes.
"I'm Jessica Demons." She said in a voice barely above a whisper, before returning her eyes to the floor.
"So that was Mr Demons upstairs?" She nodded as she became very interested in a hole in her dressing gown. Her pale fingers picked at the hole while her eyes stayed glued to the floor.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Once again her eyes lifted from her feet. Her head was barely raised, and it seemed as if she was struggling to keep it up as far as it was.
"I didn't hear anything. The night was as silent as any other. I heard no one enter or leave. It was as if a ghost has been. Yes, a ghost. When I woke I could smell the blood. I turned to ask… to ask… Simon if… if he could smell it too. But… but… he… he was…" She dissolved into sobs. Booth signaled to the officer to return. He wouldn't get anything more out of the woman. But how could she sleep next to her husband and not noticed that someone had slit his throat? And why did his killer leave her unharmed? It all seemed too surreal. Booth turned to the nearest officer.
"Were there any witnesses?" He asked. The officer shook his head.
"None. No one noticed anything was wrong until Mrs Demons began screaming."
"Any signs of forced entry?" Again the officer shook his head.
"No, it was like she described… a ghost." Booth walked away. This was no ghost. This had to be someone who had a grudge against Mr Demons. No that couldn't be right, why leave the wife? She could have easily have seen something. Wait if his throat was slit then surely there would have been blood. Why were Mrs Demons' clothes clean? She must have got some blood on them. Booth looked at the woman who stood head in hands outside of the house. This was bigger than it seemed. And Booth suspected that the wife had something to do with it. Another officer passed Booth stopped him.
"Any murder weapons found?" Booth was becoming annoyed at the amount of times people were shaking their heads.
"The place is empty. It's strange. I'll tell you what else is strange. There's blood all over the Wife's side of the bed. But look at her nice white Pj's. Spotless. So you tell me how she kept the blood of them?" Booth watched him walk away. Something weird had happened here and Booth was determined to find out what.
