(The Future in the Past)
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Relaxed and filled with renewed energy, Brennan was glad to be back home. The vacation had been what she had hoped it would be, but now she was determined to get back to work. She was still determined to prove that Pelant had been responsible for the deaths of at least three people, but she knew it would take time.
Sitting in her office, she was staring at a report she was updating on her PC when her father dropped in for a visit.
"Hey Honey, did you enjoy your vacation?"
"Yes, I did." Brennan closed the file she had open and turned to face her father. "Booth and I needed a chance to relax and to spend time with Christine. She seemed to be comfortable during our stay at Hodgins' summer house and she certainly enjoyed the attention . . . Hodgins' home at Martha's Vineyard is fairly old but it has been modernized and it's a comfortable place to stay. Booth liked it. Of course he likes beaches and swimming in the ocean, so he appreciated the fact that he had access to the beach by just walking across the backyard and walking down a few steps."
"That's nice . . . Honey, I've been thinking and I wanted to run something past you when you got back." Max hoped that his idea was a good one. He'd looked at it from a lot of different angles and so far he couldn't see anything wrong with it. "Um, Pelant, he's killed three people that we know of . . . Here's the thing, he's a serial killer and we really don't know how many people he's actually killed. You see . . . most serial killers start when they're young. They're dangerous sociopaths, I've read that they start out doing sadistic things like killing cats and dogs, torturing younger kids by vicious bullying and then something in their head tells them it's okay to kill people and they do it. Pelant is what . . . 31, 32 years old? . . . No way he hasn't killed someone before he killed that reporter and that poor exchange student and of course your friend. I don't believe that for a minute and you shouldn't either."
Intrigued, Brennan leaned on the desk with her arms folded. "So you think we should study his past and see if there are any unsolved murders that occurred in places where he's lived? That's an interesting theory and it might be worth researching."
"Yeah, I thought so too." Max was pleased with himself. He wanted to help protect his daughter and he wanted Pelant off the streets as soon as possible.
"Angela might be able to help me." The more Brennan thought about it the more it seemed reasonable that her father was right. "I don't think I'll mention it to Booth at this time. I don't want to get his hopes up . . . I'm not working on a case right now. I'll start doing research today."
Standing, Max wanted to get out of the way of his brilliant daughter. If there was something in Pelant's past, then she'd find it. "Okay, I promised to meet an old friend for lunch. I'll let you get to work."
Once her father was gone, Brennan left her office and walked down to Angela's office to talk to her about what she wanted from her. Max's theory seemed sound and she didn't see any harm in pursing that particular line of inquiry.
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He was early for lunch, so he found a table in the back of the room, ordered some iced tea and told the waitress he'd order when his friend showed up. Sixteen minutes later, Deputy Director Carl Fairburn walked into the restaurant, spied Max and walked over to their table. Once he was seated and they'd both placed their orders, Carl sipped some ice water and placed the glass back down on the table. "So, did you talk to Temperance about your idea?"
"Yeah, she thinks I'm on to something and she's going to look into it." Before he continued, Max waited for the server to place a glass of iced tea on the table for Carl. Once she was gone, he leaned on the table. "Pelant is dangerous. If we don't do something he's going to kill someone else and I don't want it to be my daughter or that partner of hers or God forbid, my granddaughter."
Carl agreed. "Right now, my hands are tied. We don't have any proof that he killed anyone. We can't even prove he kidnapped Dr. Hodgins since he didn't leave any forensic evidence in the warehouse and Dr. Hodgins was drugged. We've never found the van he used to take Hodgins to the warehouse, but there are thousands of white vans in the D.C area . . . If I could, I'd kill him myself, but being the Deputy Director of the FBI I need to lead by example and the FBI frowns upon murder and most definitely by one of their own . . . And you can't kill him either. No monkey business, Max. If you go to trial again, no one is going to save your neck and you know it. Tempe laid down the law and I'd take her seriously."
"Yeah, yeah, don't be such a hard nose." Max loved Carl like a brother and being the husband of his favorite cousin, the man was family. Max wouldn't jeopardize Carl's career or his life. Not again. "I promised that I wouldn't go after Pelant and I'm going to keep my word . . . as long as he stays away from Tempe. If he ever hurts her all bets are off."
"If he hurts her, I'll help you kill him, Max." Carl had killed a gang leader before to protect Temperance and he'd do it again if Pelant hurt her. He wouldn't hesitate for a moment. He paused when he saw their food being carried towards their table. Once the plates were in front of them and the server had walked away, Carl picked up a fork and started to cut up his Swiss steak. "Booth is obsessed with proving that Pelant killed Ezra Krane and Inger Johannsen. I'm giving him some leeway, but I've also told him that he has a department to run and I don't want that part of his job to suffer."
Tearing some of the meat off of the chicken breast on his plate, Max paused before eating it. "Tempe is determined to prove that Pelant killed her friend, so those two are perfect for each other. They're unstoppable when it comes to doing their jobs and Pelant made the mistake of making it personal for Tempe. That and kidnapping Hodgins was probably the dumbest thing he could have done. It's not just strangers that need justice anymore. He killed a family friend and Tempe won't ever let that go. Not if I know my daughter. Pelant is going to get caught. It's just a matter of time."
"Yeah, I think so too."
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Angela was intrigued with Max's idea and began her research by going back and looking at Pelant's High School Year Book. She checked into his fellow classmates and the ones that were dead had died after high school from auto accidents, serving in the military in a war zone, cancer and one industrial accident. Since she didn't find any suspicious deaths there, she decided to look at teachers and other people that worked at the high school. She knew if she didn't find anything there, she'd move on to the University he graduated from. The idea was sound and she felt that she might find something if she turned over enough rocks.
While looking at the teacher's section of Pelant's Senior High School year book, she found a memorial page for a guidance counselor named Carole Morrisey. Curious, she decided to check into the local newspaper for Pitt Meadows, Virginia and found out that Carole Morrisey had disappeared after going jogging and was never heard from again. Sheriff Frame and his deputies had searched the woods around Pitt Meadows, did numerous interviews of anyone and everyone that knew Carole and they couldn't find out what happened to the woman. She was never spotted anywhere else, her social security number wasn't used to get another job, her credit cards were inactive and no one had contacted the bank where she did business. Her relatives had also searched for Carole hiring a private detective and he had been unsuccessful in his search. Carole had disappeared without a trace and that gave Angela a chill that she couldn't shake.
"Brennan, I found something and . . . well, Max may be right. A guidance counselor named Carole Morrisey disappeared from Pelant's high School his senior year. It was very mysterious and she's been missing for the last thirteen years. She went out for a jog and she never came home."
Intrigued, Brennan looked up from the old set of remains she was examining in Bones Storage and removed her gloves. "Do you have a reason to suspect that Pelant may have killed her?"
"She was a dedicated cross-country runner. The day she disappeared she was training in some woods near where she lived . . . What makes it suspicious is she wrote a letter of recommendation to Stanford University even though Pelant had been caught hacking into the school's computer system and changed one of his grades . . . Not a likely scenario. It made me wonder if her disappearance was connected to the letter . . . I did a multivariate of the other letters of recommendation she had written for other students and I found out that the letter for Pelant couldn't have been written by her. I then looked at articles that Pelant had written for the school newspaper and his writing style matches the letter of recommendation . . . He wrote it Bren. He wrote it, killed Carole Morrisey and sent the recommendation to Sanford. That was the only university he applied to."
"I need to find that body, Angela." Brennan placed a new pair of gloves on her hands and began to re-box the skeleton she had been working on. The bones were old and they could wait. She needed to begin searching for Carole Morrisey's remains. "I think we should talk to Cam and Hodgins and decide where to begin our search. I will let Booth know what is going on once we've determined where we should look . . . I think we may be able to use Pelant's past against him."
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