Author's Note: Here is another chapter! I am on a role! I hope that you guys enjoy. Happy Reading. And Happy Holidays, too!

Disclaimer: If only . . .

Chapter 14: Records and Connections

Booth immediately looked over at Brennan with a smirk on his face. She had not caught on to what he was so excited about so she continued reading. She had not read the file before so she was taking more time and therefore missing a lot when Booth turned the pages he had skimmed. It only took her another couple minutes before looking at him with a confused, yet triumphant look, "There is no more information in this file other than one name: David Z. Cartwright. Where is all the information collected for the purchase?"

"Well," said Booth playing devil's advocate, "Mr. Cartwright did pay in cash and at the time no identification was really needed to make such a purchase."

"That is true, but Thompson said that this had everything he ever got from Cartwright. That should at least include a phone number, since he says that that is how they communicated."

"But what if Cartwright only called Thompson and asked that Thompson not call him?"

"That would not make any sense. Unless Cartwright called every day to check on the property, which is unrealistic."

Booth stopped playing and said, "Maybe we should have another chat with Thompson. See what he has to say about these new developments. Maybe in the meantime we could get his bank records and see if he got or lost a significant amount of money around this time."

"We should also get his credit card records," said Brennan thoughtfully, "And if that leads to anything, a sample of his DNA."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's just start with his records and go from there," said Booth as he pulled out his cell phone, "I'm just going to make a quick call."

Booth stood up and walked a short distance away from her. Brennan continued reading the file. She really did not get that much out of it. There was no information on Cartwright. In all the places that he had to put information about himself, he put his name, the address of a men's shelter – that had already been looked up and noted, and n/a in the phone number blanks. Nothing else was really required at this particular office for this particular parcel of land. Thompson had said that the government had been trying to sell it for years and that when it was finally sold everyone in the office was dancing for joy. Nobody would question the purchase.

Booth walked back in. "We can pick up hard copies of Thompson's records at my office. We can look over them there before heading over to talk to him."

"Okay," said Brennan standing up. She looked at the mess of files on the coffee table. "Do we need any of those, because if not then we can just leave them there and get them at another time?"

"We can leave them. And this way we won't have to worry about them all over my backseat," said Booth with a smile as he led the way out the door.

"Yeah, we just have to worry about them all over my coffee table," said Brennan, teasing him.

"Hey, you offered!"

Brennan just ignored that and pushed ahead of his out into the parking lot. She hopped in the passenger seat and waited for him to get in. The whole time she was wearing the hint of a smile. Booth got in after her and pulled out and started to Hoover building.

The same agent that helped Booth before, Charlie, stopped Booth before they got to his office. He handed him the papers and said, "There is a visitor waiting for you."

Booth did not even look up. He had given Brennan one of the files and they were each skimming one. "Who is it?"

"He won't give his name but he says he has something important on the Gravedigger case."

Booth looked up at this. Brennan had already made her way into his office and was seated in a chair. Booth thought about it only for a moment before saying, "Alright. Let him in."

Booth was really hoping that this visitor will come in a say something like I saw this man, whose name I happen to know, take these people – any of the victims will do – to this place, where they were buried. Booth knew that it was unrealistic to think that someone would actually come in and say that but that did not stop him from hoping. He knew that it would probably be someone who thought that they might have overheard a conversation between two people who maybe heard a rumor about a criminal who could possibly be the Gravedigger. He, and the FBI, got that a lot.

Booth went in and joined Brennan. She was seated in the same chair she always sat in and she was reading through the file he had given her. Booth sat down behind his desk. He set down the files on his desk and said, "We have a visitor. He should be up here soon."

Brennan nodded her head but did not look up from her file.

"So you might want to pull your nose out of that file and see want he has to say."

Brennan looked up. "He is not here yet so really I can keep reading. I would stop when he got here."

"Yeah, but now you won't be interrupted at an inconvenient time while your reading."

"You mean like I was just now when you interrupted me?"

Booth smiled at her but did not say anything. The door to his office opened and his smile went to a frown and he coldly asked, "Mr. Vega? What are you doing here?"

Brennan turned around surprised. Thomas Vega was standing in the doorway. He let himself in and said, "I thought that the agent told you. I have information you might find useful."

"I could have sworn that I said that we did not want your help Mr. Vega."

"You did say that, yes."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I have information you need."

Booth opened his mouth to retort but Brennan cut him off, "What do you have for us, Mr. Vega."

"I found a connection between all the victims. Well, except you Dr. Brennan, but I think we all know why you were taken."

Booth did not look impressed. Brennan did not show any emotion. Vega continued, trying to get them to actually listen to him, "I know why the Gravedigger chose his victims. Well, not why but how."

Brennan looked interested but Booth remained stoic. Taking Brennan's interest as encouragement, Thomas continued, "Exactly twenty-one days, three weeks, before each victim was taken they were all in the exact same place."

A/N: I always appreciate a review. :)