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"You forgot about the numbers."

Sam looked at Delaney and said, "I thought I told you to keep her in the office."

"I…tried?" replied the man in the suit.

"I can be quite persuasive. Besides, you might need Dr. Addy's expertise," Delaney stated.

"What numbers?" asked Hodgins.

"When we found Tabitha, the first victim, her body was pretty badly cut up, so the only real map we had of her individual wounds were the bone markers left over by the impressions of the blade. At first, we thought it was just a slash in the wrong direction. Vertical instead of horizontal, like all the rest. But when we found a similar wound in the same place on Katie and Allison we realised what was happening."

"Which was?" asked Booth.

"On the left side of the torso, just above the seventh rib, was a downward stroke. On Katie it was more of two semi-circles facing each other on the sixth rib and a downward stroke and slightly upward angled stroke on the seventh. Allison's left side showed an upward stroke and curve a few centimeters to the right on the sixth rib and a curved stroke on the seventh. We took into account what it must have looked like when the flesh was still attached and realized they were numbers; a one, a two and a three." Sam fiddled with the computer keyboard and brought up close-ups of the three girls' ribs.

"Who…wait. How did you know about the numbers?" Booth directed his question at Delaney.

"I'd rather Sam finish his story first," Brennan said.

"There's more?" Booth returned, all the while thinking how extremely protective Bones was being of her daughter. How could she have never told me such an important part of her life? All this time she's been spouting off ideas about how she's never going to have children and I'll never be able to change her mind, and she already had one.

Sam nodded at Brennan's request. "A year and a half went by and no other girls went missing and turned up like the first three. I was beginning to believe that whoever had started doing this had grown tired of it, or died or something. I guess I just really wanted it to be over."

"Wait, you where in charge of these cases?" asked Booth.

"Yes. Not the first one because I wasn't based in Glasgow, but when it became a serial killer case, I was assigned. Anyway, it had been a while and no more kidnappings had occurred so I asked to be transferred to another city. My bosses decided to send me to Spain as a delegate on inter-governmental relationships. It was 1999, and I was at a bar in Barcelona when my counterpart with the Spanish government called me to tell me his twelve-year-old daughter had just been abducted. Evangeline was like a niece to me…" Sam stopped; Brennan reached out her hand and placed it on his arm. "We sent out missing person's reports and flooded the news stations with countless requests. I was just hoping that this was a normal abduction, but in the back of my mind I was afraid. One month later, the Milams got the call. We found her laid out on a secluded beach fifty miles away. The first thing I looked for was a number, and she had it…a four." The picture of Evangeline popped up on the Angelator. A beautiful girl peered out from out under a mop of curly red hair. She was laughing hysterically at something off camera. Right next to it was the body at the beach, half submerged beneath the sand with a clear view of the four. "Strangely, the killer had kept the same blade that he had used on Allison, or at least the same type of blade. The wounds were less deep as well. The forensics team determined that the killer had found his pattern and he would only accelerate from now on. I couldn't stay in Barcelona anymore, but I also didn't want to return to England, so when MI5 asked me to go to Cambodia, I complied. While I was there, the ambassador's secretary's daughter was abducted."

"Let me guess…she was twelve," Booth intervened.

"Booth, you're being insensitive," replied Bones. Booth was momentarily stunned; Bones had just told him that he was being insensitive! He took a minute and realized she was right.

"Sorry, it just seems a little bit strange that everywhere he goes this mad-cap killer follows. Sorry if I find that a little strange," he ended sarcastically.

"I thought that, too, that was why while I worked in conjunction with the Cambodians and our own people to find Faye Witchard, I researched the possibility that one of my contingent was the killer." The picture of Faye came up, a slightly geeky looking girl with round Harry Potter glasses peered over the top of a thick book.

"I meant that perhaps you are the killer."

"He's the not the killer, Booth," replied Brennan.

"He could be."

"He's not."

"How do you know?"

"Trust me Booth, I know. There is no possible way that he could be."

"But-"

"So…In relatively a month, another call was placed leading us to Faye. She was in an old nightclub, one that had been closed down due to a fire." Sam seemed eager to finish his story.

"Did she have a five?" asked Angela. She was a having a hard time focusing. It was distracting having Delaney standing so close to her. How did Brennan manage to follow conversations with both Booth and Sam? But then again she must somehow have known this story beforehand, otherwise why would she have rung Sam first, and known the significance of the sixteen. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Sixteen!"

"Angela?" Hodgins inquired.

"The girl out there, she has a sixteen, are you saying this maniac killer guy is here in America?"

There was a long pause.

"He was definitely here," Sam answered.

"Please continue," said Zack. He had missed out on the first part of the story and didn't want to be without any new information if it were available to him.

"Okay. So, the Cambodians were devastated, in terms of the political ramifications of this development, as well as the personal and social ones of having a cross-country serial killer. They were extremely worried. But that's really not my problem, or yours. My bosses offered me another station in South Africa, but I instead asked for some time off. I really needed to get away from everything. I went to Bhutan. And no Agent Booth, there were no killings of twelve-year-old girls by the serial killer while I was there."

"Hey, I wasn't going to ask," he proffered in his defence.

"Sure you were," stated Delaney. She seemed to be finding Booth's reactions rather amusing, thought Brennan; she made a mental note to remind herself to ask Delaney about that later.

"The next year a governmental official from the Bhutanese government contacted me and let me know that the British and American governments were trying to contact me. They were having an inter-governmental dispute regarding a dig site in Thailand. I had a proven track record with dissolving these kinds of disputes. When I got there, a small town called Kanchanaburi in the province of Sai Yok, I met three Forensic Anthropologists, all vying for the rights to a dig site just outside the boundaries of a Tiger Temple there. That's where I met Tempe."

"I was the Forensic Anthropologist from America, and the other two were a married couple from England, Wayne and Judy Darling."

"They had two daughters, twins, Guinevere and Genevieve."

"They were twelve," said Delaney.

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