Ok, at the end of this chapter, when Booth says he's gonna take Manning to the 'station' is that right? Where DO Booth and Bones take their suspects? The FBI building? The local police station? I don't know, not that it matters that much. And is 'mirandized' right?
The man sitting in the office at the Peters & Manning law firm looked like a reliable guy. The name on the door said Sawyer Manning. He was getting his paperwork done as Booth and Bones walked into his office.
"What do ya need? A divorce? A prenup? You want it, I can do it."
"Are you Sawyer Manning?" Booth asked of the lawyer, showing his badge. The man sat back in his chair, surprised.
"Whoa. Yeah, man, that's me. Call me Sawyer." For a lawyer, he sure didn't talk like one. "What's going on?"
"We're going to need to ask you a few questions." Booth said. Then Bones asked,
"Did you know a couple named Jonathan and Margaret Fanworth?" She asked about the victims. Booth gave her a look. "What?"
"Bones, I got this." He turned back to the lawyer as Bones rolled her eyes and began examining the office. "Did you know them?"
The man thought for a moment, shuffling through some pikes of paper.
"Yeah, yeah, about a week ago. Wanted a prenup, said they were getting married in a couple of days. Why, is something wrong?"
The partners looked at each other, having a silent conversation. In agreement, Bones nodded.
"They were found dead after their wedding two days ago. I'm sorry," she added as Sawyer's face was flooded with emotion. They gave him a moment to collect himself, then Booth asked,
"Did you see them more than once, Mr. Manning?" Before Sawyer could answer, a beefy man entered the room behind them with a look on his face that would curdle milk.
"Sawyer, who are these people and what do they want with you? Are they the police? Do you need a lawyer?" And then, in a paternal tone, "What did you do?"
The younger man looked angry for a moment, and then softened as quickly as he had become angered.
"They say –"he paused, taking a deep breath. "They say that two of my clients were murdered after their wedding. I swear I didn't know anything about it. Really, you have to believe me."
Another pause, as if getting his act together.
"Da—Mr. Booth, ma'am, this is my father and my boss, Mr. Louis Manning, partner of this law firm." Before the words were out of his mouth, his father, who was getting into a habit of doing this, interrupted loudly and said,
"Don't say anything else, son, we'll get you out of this. I know the best lawyers and – who am I kidding, I'm the best lawyer there is!" He turned to Booth and Bones, who had silently watched the conversation with interest, picking every sentence apart. "Now are you going to arrest him, or question him, or what?"
"I'm afraid we're going to have to take him down to the station and ask you a few questions." He Mirandized Sawyer and handcuff him gently. "Mr. Manning, sir, you can come with us if you like, if you're going to be your son's lawyer."
"I'll meet you down there."
