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Booth had tried to be careful while he hiked along the trail and had watched the dirt track for anything that might trip him or make him fall. Considering the fact that his right arm was encased in a cast from midway between his shoulder and his elbow to his fingers, the last thing he wanted to do was fall on that arm. Arriving at the part of the trail where the crime scene was located, Booth stepped through the brush carefully, watching for rocks and fallen branches. Lester, afraid of what Cullen would do to him if he brought Booth back with another injury, followed behind Booth as they walked towards where the body was lying.

Booth and the rest of his entourage had walked over a thousand yards into the brush and trees when they found the FBI techs and Jack Hodgins. Another Sheriff's deputy was standing a couple of hundred feet from the body and a young man of about nineteen years of age was sitting on a fallen log next to the deputy.

Booth, taking in the scene, walked over to where Hodgins was standing and asked him, "How long have you been here?"

His hands holding a specimen jar and larvae, Hodgins answered the question."Since about 9:15 this morning. I came as soon as possible. I started collecting any evidence that I could find that wasn't on the body just in case the weather takes a turn for the worse. I think we have a twenty percent chance of rain in this area of the state . . . Oh, don't worry no one has touched the body. We all know better than to touch a body before Clark or Brennan has a chance to see it. The techs have taken a lot of pictures though and they've been searching the surrounding woods for evidence."

His gaze focused on the body, Booth exhaled deeply. " Oh God, not again."

Not sure why Booth was upset, Hodgins looked at the body and then at Booth. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Flicking his gaze at the corpse and then back at Hodgins, Booth pointed at the body. "Butterflies on the corpse. You know, I never knew that some butterflies ate meat until I took this job. I used to think of them as just being pretty insects. Now when I see a butterfly I think of them as being little vultures. Shit they actually give me the willies."

Amused at Booth's revulsion, Hodgins tried to set the record straight. "They don't actually eat carrion you know. They're puddling. Those are Eastern Tiger Swallowtails. They're attracted to carrion because they're looking for sodium ions and amino acids. They really only eat nectar."

Not impressed with the explanation, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, well they're hanging around dead bodies. Do you know how many little girls things have butterflies on them? Bones doesn't like bears, tigers or lions on Christine's clothes and I don't like butterflies. My poor daughter has a lot of clothes with just stripes and flowers. Damn stupid butterflies."

Unable to help himself, Hodgins laughed. "Yeah, well I have the opposite problem. I'm married to an artist you know."

Rubbing his upper right arm, Booth stepped closer to the body and watched as Clark leaned over the body and pointed at the victim's chest. "Do you see that, Booth?"

Not sure what Clark was pointing at, Booth leaned over a little and saw the comb lying on the victim's chest. Shaking his head, Booth exclaimed, "Damn it, he's taunting us again. That sorry mother fucker."

Nodding his head in agreement, Clark looked up at the very angry agent. "We're going to get him this time, Agent Booth. You'll see."

Booth straightened back up and walked over to where the witness was sitting. Trying to put the youngster at ease, Booth smiled at the young man. "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. I hear you're the one who found the body."

Looking up, Robert Triche gamely gave Booth a weak smile. "Yeah, lucky me. I never should have drunk that coke before hiking this trail. It was a stupid thing to do."

Pointing at the log, Booth asked the young man, "Mind if I sit down?"

Robert shifted over so there was room for the agent to sit down. "Help yourself. I didn't really get a good look at the body. I mean, I saw those butterflies and I wanted to take a picture, you know. It looked so cool from a distance. When I got closer I saw the body and man, I was like . . . well, I walked away and I kind of threw up . . . Sorry. I know you aren't supposed to mess up possible crime scenes, but I couldn't help it. I ain't never seen anything like that, man, no way."

Booth knew the young man was embarrassed and wanted to ease his mind. "Yeah, well at least you walked away from the body first and that's the important thing. You did the right thing . . . um, so Deputy Gorman said you left the trail to use the bathroom. Why did you go this far into the woods?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Robert informed the agent, "I had to make sure no one saw me taking a piss, man. The last thing I needed was for someone to say I was flashing them when I was just peeing. I figured if I couldn't see the trail then no one could see me. The next time, I'll make sure to hit the restroom before I take a hike. God this is terrible."

Curious, Booth asked the youngster, "Is this your first time on this trail?"

Looking over towards the body and then back at Booth, Robert exhaled deeply. "First and last time . . . I don't think I could hike this trail again. Can I go man? I was supposed to be home hours ago. I really like hiking early in the morning. I only planned to take a short hike and then get back on the road. I live in Richmond . . . I drive around to different parks and nature trails, when I can and do a little hiking. Not a lot, just short hikes, you know? Still, I had a friend tell me about this trail and he said it was really scenic and well except for the dead body it is. Still, I won't be back, no way."

Fishing out a note card and a pen from his jacket pocket, Booth handed them to Robert. "Write down your name, address, phone number and another contact, after that, as far as I'm concerned, you can go. You might want to check with the Sheriff's Deputies to see if they need you for anything first though."

Deputy Gorman, who'd been standing nearby, spoke up, "We have your contact info Robert, so you can go. Deputy Johnson will escort you back to the trail to make sure you're okay. Thanks for being such a big help Mr. Triche. We really do appreciate it."

After filling out the card, Robert stood up and handed the note card and pen back to Booth. Glancing at the body and then away, Robert swallowed and fought the urge to throw up again. "No probs, Dude." Robert looked over at the body one last time and then back at the Deputy. "I hope I don't see you again, man."

Amused, Deputy Johnson pointed to the trail and Robert walked away from Booth and Deputy Gorman.

Using his chin, Deputy Gorman pointed at the youngster. "Nice kid."

His attention on the body once more, Booth replied, "Seems like it."

Placing his note card and pen back into his jacket pocket, Booth asked the deputy, "You don't happen to recognize the victim do you?"

Slowly shaking his head, Deputy Gorman stared at the body. "Nope. She's a stranger to me. Of course, I don't know everyone that lives in the county either. That would be impossible."

Watching Clark examining the victim's head, Booth absently rubbed his upper arm above the cast. "She isn't from around here. I just thought I'd ask if you'd seen her before."

Puzzled, Deputy Gorman asked the agent, "You think you know who the victim is?"

Sadly, Booth stood up and turned his gaze on the FBI techs moving through the woods. "Yeah. Her name is Sheila Price. She was reported missing by her parents three weeks ago."

Frowning, Deputy Gorman blurted out, "Man, I remember seeing her name pop up a few weeks ago in Missing Persons. The Sheriff thought you might be interested in our victim when he saw the bod, but he didn't say why. He just said to stay my ass out here and make sure the crime scene wasn't corrupted before your people got out here."

Rubbing his upper right arm again, Booth wondered why his fingers were feeling peculiar. "Yeah, the comb and her hair were probably all the Sheriff needed to see."

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