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"What do you mean Roy Carter tracked you down outside the pharmacy?" Livid, Harris paced in front of Booth's desk, "Damn it. If I find out who leaked that we may have found Connie Murphy's body . . . I swear to God . . ."

Interrupting his friend, Booth raised his voice, "Harris . . . Harris, sit down. The man wanted to know about his wife. I'm not crazy about him tracking me down, but it happened. I do want you to find out who told him though. Someone either here or at the Jeffersonian leaked that information and I want that person found and soon."

His rage barely under control, Harris sat down and glowered at Booth, "Oh, I'm going to find him and when I do, God help that little pimple."

Picking up his notebook, Booth flipped through several pages, "Chances are if Roy Carter knows then so does his father-in-law Morgan Murphy. I'm more worried about him than Carter. I want extra security used for our evidence here at the Hoover in this case and I'm going to call the Jeffersonian to warn Cam. We need to keep a lid on this until we know for sure our victim really is Connie Murphy. I don't want Morgan Murphy starting a vendetta, If we can solve this quickly it might help keep the fallout light."

His hands clenched on his lap, Harris shook his head, "Morgan Murphy is going to kill whoever killed his daughter, you and I both know that. All we can do is find out whoever did it first and try to get them into custody as quickly as possible."

"If our victim isn't Connie Murphy we still have a big problem. We need to identify our victim and go from there." Jotting a few notations in his notebook, Booth closed it. "Find out who leaked information to Carter and do it fast. I'm going to start treating the victim as if it is Connie to try to get ahead of this thing. If it isn't Connie then I'll have wasted a few hours, but we can't really do a proper investigation until we know who the victim is anyway. Bones says DNA will be confirmed this afternoon, Cam put a rush on it and bumped it to the head of the line."

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Ending his call, Booth shook his head and made a few notes. Hearing the notification alarm on his PC, Booth turned and opened his tab, "Hey Cam, what's up?"

Grimly, Cam glanced at file lying in front of her and then back at Booth, "Our victim is Connie Murphy. When her husband found out we had a body that might be his wife's he provided us with some hair from her hairbrush."

"Terrific, well at least we know for sure." Flipping his notebook back open, he made a few notes, "Do you have time of death yet?"

Glancing at her file, Cam responded, "Hodgins is sure that it's the day she was reported missing by her husband, nine days ago."

His pen hovering over the notebook, Booth frowned, "Has Hodgins got any idea where we can look for where she was killed? I'm pretty sure someone would have noticed a wood chipper in use where the body bits were found. That field is treeless and next to a main road. Someone just used it as a body dump and the animals in the area scattered it around. It's not the crime scene."

Shaking her head, Cam glanced at her entomologist, "No, he hasn't pinpointed that yet. There are a lot of particulates, but so far there isn't anything unique that points to a particular place. He's still looking though."

Interrupting her, Hodgins leaned over Cam and spoke in to the camera, "Hey man, there are a hell of a lot of particulates and I . . ."

"Fine, let me know when you can tell me where to look." Reaching over, he taped a key and disconnected his call.

Rolling his eyes Hodgins looked at Cam, "That went well."

Her mind on the ramifications, Cam closed her screen and sighed, "He's going to have to solve this case pretty quickly before Morgan Murphy decides to take action. This is not going to end well someone. I just hope it doesn't turn into some kind of gang war."

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Poking his piece of baked chicken with his fork, Booth moved it on the plate and then moved his peas around. Brennan, watching her husband staring at his plate, cleared her throat, "Booth are you alright?"

Parker, staring at his father, picked up his glass of milk, "Dad, we don't have to go to get my bike today if you don't want to."

Realizing that he was being talked to, Booth looked up, "What . . . What?"

Embarrassed, Parker shook his head.

Brennan, reaching over, placed her hand over Booth's hand and reminded him, "I believe you planned to go to the sporting goods store and see about a new bicycle for Parker as well as soccer shoes this evening."

Glancing at his son and then back at Brennan, Booth tried to smile, "Oh yeah, I guess we better finish eating and go." Picking up his knife, he cut up his chicken breast into smaller pieces and started to eat.

Trying to make Parker more comfortable, Brennan pointed at his plate and asked him, "Did you like the ratatouille?"

Grateful to Brennan, Parker scooped up the last bit on his plate and smiled, "I sure did, thank you for making it for me. Mom makes it when she has time."

Hearing her baby start to cry, Brennan placed her fork down, "I'm glad you liked it." Standing, Brennan leaned over and kissed Booth on the cheek, "Leave the dishes and I'll take care of them. You need to go to the store before it closes."

His thoughts elsewhere, Booth ate and continued to run over the Connie Murphy case in his mind.

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His shopping trip successful, Booth left the store carrying Parker's new bike while the boy carried the bags containing his soccer shoes, some t-shirts and new socks. Approaching his truck, Booth noticed a man leaning against it. Suspicious, he looked around and noticed a gray Mercedes sitting in a parking place about fifteen feet from his truck with two large men standing in front of it.

Little alarms going off in his head, Booth stopped, lowered the bike to the ground and pulled Parker next to him, "Parker I need you to stay here with your bike. If anything bad happens then I need you to promise me that you'll run back to the store as fast as you can and go inside. You can ask the manager to call 911 and then Bones. Do you understand me? Can I trust you to do what I asked you to do?"

Concerned, Parker swallowed, "Dad, what's going on?"

Squeezing his shoulder, Booth shook his head, "Just do what I say, Parker. I'll explain later. . . . Just . . . everything is okay, Bub. I just need you to stand here with your bike and if . . . if you need to run to the store don't worry about leaving your bike behind, it's okay."

Afraid for his father, Parker stared in fear at his father. Sighing, Booth leaned over and kissed his son on his cheek, "I'm just being cautious, Parker. I don't really expect any trouble, but I believe in being prepared. I love you. I'll be right back."

Patting the boy's shoulder, Booth turned and walked quickly over to the truck, "What do you want?" Pulling his badge out of his jacket pocket, Booth showed it to the man. "I advise you not to fuck with me and just walk away while you still can."

His gaze moving over to a visibly trembling Parker, the stranger held his hands out from his side, palms out, "I know who you are Agent Booth. I'm not here to cause you trouble in any way. I just want to talk to you, that's all. I would never attack a man in front of his kid. No way in hell I would do that."

His eyes flicking towards the men near the Mercedes, Booth asked, "What about those guys? Do I have to worry about them instead?"

Shaking his head, Morgan Murphy replied, "Nope, why would they bother you? . . . Look, my name is Morgan Murphy. My son-in-law told me that you may have found Connie and it doesn't look good. What I want to know is, is that body you found my daughter? Is my baby girl really dead? He said you guys are running some tests. I need to know if my daughter is dead?"

Grimly, Booth nodded his head slowly, "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Murphy. Her remains were identified this afternoon. I tried to contact her husband as soon as I found out it was Connie, but I can't find him. I thought I'd try where he works tomorrow morning. Do you happen to know where he is?"

His hands wiping tears from his cheeks, Murphy cleared his throat, "Yeah, he's at home with my wife. He . . . Roy wanted me to find out about Connie. He said you were handling Connie's case and I said I'd approach you and ask . . . ask about our girl. He was afraid to come and ask you because he didn't want you to think he was harassing you. He doesn't like to bother people. Me, I can bother people so . . ." Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he blew his nose, "I said I'd ask you. I called the Hoover and they said you'd gone home. I drove over to your house, but I realized that that might be a bad idea so I was going to wait until tomorrow to see you but luck of luck, I saw you leave with the boy and I followed you here . . . . I know I scared your boy and I didn't mean to but my family . . . my wife is sitting at home crying and she . . . we need to know about Connie."

Glancing back at Parker, Booth smiled at the boy and waved at him. Turning back to face Murphy, Booth advised him, "Look, I don't like people stalking me. I don't appreciate you scaring the hell out of my son either. You want to talk to me, you contact me at the Hoover during business hours. I'm investigating the death of your daughter and I'm going to find out who killed her. I want you to give me time to do that. . . . I know who you are and I'm telling you to stay out of this and let me find Connie's killer."

Surprised, Murphy blew his nose once more and placed the cloth in his jacket pocket, "Okay you know who I am. I expected you to. . . . I'll give you time to do your job Agent Booth. You have a good rep when it comes to solving homicides. Your solve rate is pretty high so I couldn't ask for anyone better. I am giving you fair warning though. I won't let this turn into a cold case. I want you to find the murderer. No one is walking away from this."

Holding up his hand, Booth promised the grieving father, "When I find the murderer he'll be arrested and he or she will be tried for murder."

His emotions now under control, Murphy agreed with Booth, "Of course. You arrest him or her. I expect you to do your job and nothing else."

Glancing at Parker, Booth turned back to Murphy, "I need you or Roy to come by the Hoover tomorrow and talk to me. I need information and I usually start with the family."

Wary, Murphy fretted, "Me at the Hoover sounds like a bad idea, but . . . yeah, me and Roy will be there tomorrow around nine. We'll help you any way we can."

"I think we're done here, Mr. Murphy." Pointing at the Mercedes, Booth advised him, "I need to get home. Do not ever follow me again. I hope I've made myself clear about that."

Murphy smiled and waved at Parker, "I'm sorry, Boy. I didn't mean to scare you. I hope you have fun on your new bike." Walking away, Murphy strode over to his car, got in the back seat and when his two companions entered the car, had his driver take him home.

Walking back to where Parker was waiting, Booth picked up the bike and smiled, "So . . . let's drop by Baskin Robbins and get some ice cream. How does that sound?"

Relieved that the dangerous looking people were gone, Parker followed his father to the car and informed him solemnly, "I think I need a double scoop Dad."

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