"Ok, thanks Hodgins." Bones closed her cell phone as the [air reached the car. "Nothing new on the bodies, but there was traces of mud found on the ground near the bodies."
"Mud?"
"Not just any mud, according to Hodgins. Mud from California. Only California. There's no way that someone tracked mud on their shoes all the way here to Washington. At least, it's highly improbably."
"Ok, so we have mud. So what. Tons of people fly from California to here all the time, for vacations." Booth drove around the block as he speculated, narrowly avoiding a black Mercedes that sped through a red light. "Damn it! I hate it when people do that." Another screech as a police car trailed closely behind it. "Anyway. Anything from Angela?"
"Not that I know of, but I'm wondering if maybe someone flew in for the wedding," Bones said.
"From California?"
"From California. I'll call Angela to confirm it so we can stop going in circles. Hey, Ange?" Bones said into her cell phone. "Check if anyone from the wedding flew in from California, will you? If you can't, can you call that agent that's filled in for Booth a lot and see if you can get her to check it out? Thanks."
Booth frowned, and asked Bones when she got off the phone why she didn't just have him use his contacts.
"It's easier this way," she replied.
A few minutes later, as they began to head toward the Jeffersonian, Angela called back with results.
"Yeah, I have someone here from California that was at the wedding." After another moment of furious typing, she added an, "Uh-oh."
"What is it, Ange?" Booth asked after she was put on speaker phone.
"The guy who came from California, his name is Justin Hope. And guess what?"
"What, Angela? Just spit it out already!"
"OK, ok. Well, you'll never believe this."
"Angela, I'm warning you…" Booth growled.
"It's the bride's brother. No way he killed his own sister and brother-in-law, right? Right?"