Chapter Four

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"You having fun, Bones?" Booth asked as they waltzed across the dance floor.

"I have to admit, I am," Brennan said, smiling.

"See?" Booth said. "You don't always have to work."

"I do not always work," Brennan argued.

Booth was about to retort when his cell phone rang. "Booth," he said as he flipped it open. "Yeah, of course…we're on our way."

"What was that?" Brennan asked. "Do we have to leave?"

"Yeah," Booth said, sounding disappointed. "Some kids found a body on a playground. We gotta go."

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"The victim is female," Brennan said to Booth as she examined the body. She had taken off her dress and put on a jumpsuit, and got straight to work. "Between 25 and 30 years of age and white. She's been dead about two weeks."

"She's been here two weeks?" Booth asked. "How could nobody notice a rotting corpse on a public playground?"

"I didn't say the body's been here a week," Brennan said, raising her eyebrows. "Hodgins will be able to tell us how long she's been here."

"But he's taking care of Angela right now," Booth said. "Is something going on between them?"

"I don't know," Brennan said. "Let's get this body back to the lab."

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"I ran our victims dentals through the computer," Zach said. It was 10 o'clock the next morning, and Hodgins and Angela hadn't shown up yet. "Heather Rollands. Twenty-eight. Reported missing three weeks ago by her husband, John Rollands."

He held up a picture to Booth and Brennan. Heather had long dark hair and dark eyes.

"Cause of death?" Brennan asked.

"Seemingly a blow to the head," Zach replied. "I'm working on the murder weapon."

"Oh no," Booth said.

"What's wrong?" Brennan asked.

"This is the 5th in a string of murders. All women between 25 and 30. All dark hair. All died from a blow to the head," Booth explained.

"Are you saying we have a serial killer on our hands?"

"I'm saying we got a serial killer on our hands," Booth replied.

"That can't be good," Angela said as she walked into the lab, Hodgins behind her.

"Feeling better?" Booth said, smiling.

Angela looked at Hodgins. They both smiled. "Yeah," Angela replied. "Much better."

"You guys need a face?" Angela asked.

"Already got one," Brennan replied. "But we need your help, Hodgins. Zach'll fill you in."

Zach and Hodgins walked toward the back of the lab and disappeared into the halls.

"Anything I can do?" Angela asked.

"Not right now," Brennan said.

"Bones," Booth said. "We gotta go talk to Heather Rollands' husband."

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"We're terribly sorry for your loss, Mr. Rollands," Booth said. Booth and Brennan were sitting in the Rollands' living room. They had just broken the news to Rollands.

"I… I just…," Mr Rollands, stuttered.

He handed Booth a picture. It was picture of John, Heather and two children.

"We went to Disneyworld in March. Anna and Mark loved it," He said, pointing to the kids in the picture. There was a little boy, about eight and a little girl who was about four.

"Do you know anybody who would want to hurt Heather?" Booth asked kindly.

"No," John said, shaking his head sadly. "Heather always got along with everybody. She was a schoolteacher, you know."

"If you think of anything, anything at all," Booth said, as he and Brennan got up, "call us."

"I will," Mr Rollands said. "Thank you."