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Not sure what Hodgins was trying to tell him, Booth demanded more information. "Destroying Angel . . . what the hell is that?"
Dwelling on the horrifying effects of the fungus, Hodgins grimly answered, "It's a mushroom. A very deadly mushroom. It can destroy your liver and kidneys and it's not reversible. "
Booth thought about it and realized that Samuel had died a pretty bad death. "Whoever killed Samuel Jones would have had to slip it in his food somehow . . . God, that's bad."
With a slight shiver down her spine, Cam nodded her head. "Yeah, I went home last night and threw away every food item in my house that was open. I'm going to be eating a lot of take out for awhile and I'm not going to have it delivered either. I'll go get it myself."
Suddenly cold, Booth felt horrified. "Oh my God. That didn't even cross my mind."
Worried for everyone at the Lab, Cam sighed. "You'd better think about it. Whoever killed Mr. Jones broke into his house and placed a very deadly mushroom in his food. That's the only way this could have happened. If it is Pelant then the only defense we have against that happening to any of us is to be careful about what we eat. Believe me, Destroying Angel is a horrible way to die. The minute Mr. Jones consumed that mushroom he was a dead man. There is no cure. They have had cases where they did a liver transplant and that saved the patient, but that isn't always an option."
Feeling sick, Booth shook his head. "What kind of monster would kill someone like that?" Holding up his hand, Booth stopped Cam and Hodgins from replying. "Never mind. This has to be Pelant. I can't see it being anyone else."
His thoughts now on how it was done, Booth stared at the floor for a few seconds and then turned his attention towards Hodgins. "So what does it look like? Where would the killer have got his hands on something like that?"
Grimly, Hodgins broke the bad news to the Agent. "They grow in woodlands or near them. They also grow in meadows near trees and shrubs. Hell, they even grow in people's lawns. You can find it in North America as well as Europe. Whoever the killer is wouldn't have had to order them, he could have just looked for it himself. The really bad thing about Destroying Angel is that it kind looks like button mushrooms, one of the most commonly consumed mushrooms in the world."
Disgusted, Booth folded his arms across his chest. "I love grilled mushrooms on my steak . . . damn it!"
Scratching his neck, Hodgins decided to point out the obvious. "Right now, I'd give those up for now if I was you."
Booth stood up and turned his attention upon Cam. "Okay, got it . . . Did the techs find anything in Samuel Jones apartment that had this mushroom in it?"
Slowly shaking her head, Cam answered, "No. He probably threw away the trash before he got sick. It can take up to 24 hours before the victim becomes sick."
Not sure how they could prove how Samuel got the mushroom in his system, Booth suddenly felt tired. "The squints couldn't find anything pointing to anyone being in Samuel Jones apartment except Samuel Jones. I was told that was one of the cleanest apartments that they'd seen in a long time."
Shaking her head, Cam grimaced. "I think I'll warn everyone that works in the Lab to be careful about what they eat or drink."
Worried about his family, Booth moved towards the doorway. "I guess I'd better go home tonight and check our food. Bones is not going to be happy about this."
Amused, Hodgins snickered. "I can tell you she already knows about this and she isn't happy about this at all."
Rubbing his forehead, Booth muttered. "Oh God."
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Reading the local paper, Pelant took great delight in reading about the mysterious death of Samuel Jones. Checking the rest of the paper, he looked, for but couldn't find any mention of some of the other calling cards he'd left to be found. Frowning, he folded the paper and threw it in the trash can.
Smiling, he rubbed his hands together. "Agent Booth should find his little package soon."
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Booth was reading over a progress report from one of his agents when he received a phone call.
"Is this Seeley Booth?"
Staring at his report, Booth responded, "Special Agent Seeley Booth, yes. What can I do for you?"
Nervous, the woman caller cleared her throat. "I . . . ah . . . just got home from work and I just happened to be walking my dog by your house and I really think you need to go home right now."
Puzzled, Booth asked the caller, "May I ask who I'm talking to?"
Clearing her throat again, the very nervous woman identified herself. "My name is Alicia Gowen. I live six houses down from your house. I really, really think you need to come home, Agent Booth right now."
After the day he'd had, Booth's patience was wearing thin. "What's wrong, Ms. Gowen? If my house is on fire I think it would be a good idea to call the fire department."
Alicia cleared her throat once more and finally broke her news to him. "Uh. . . . No, that's not it. It's just well . . . um . . . there's a body hanging from the tree in your back yard. It's behind the tree and well, you can't really see it from the street or your house."
Annoyed and a little fearful, Booth demanded more information. "If you can't see it from the street, then how did you see it?"
Embarrassed, Alicia replied, "Well this is embarrassing. Bobo likes to use the bathroom on your front lawn. I always clean it up, I really do, but . . .well, he likes your trees too and well . . . he uh . . . well, he got away from me and ran into your back yard and he was making such a fuss and well . . . I really think you need to come home, Agent Booth. My husband had told me that you worked for the FBI, so that's why I haven't called the cops yet. I thought you might want to do that . . . Is that wrong, I mean do you want me to call the cops?"
His mouth dry, Booth swallowed. "No that's okay I'll do it . . . And Alicia thanks for calling me. Oh and don't worry about your dog. I . . . uh . . . thanks for calling me. I'm going to end this call and get some people out there right away."
Clearing her throat a final time, Alicia sighed. "This used to be such a quiet neighborhood."
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