A/N: The events in this chapter in no way reflect on the real Orlando Police or Prosecutors. A reminder that this case has never actually taken place or that the people actually exist. :)

Chapter 13

Somewhere South of Orlando, Florida 1:30 pm

"Robert you have to stop." Andrew Wove tried to get his son to stop the car.

"Stop! Stop! Did you stop them from hurting Susan? You were supposed to look after her while I was in prison! You were her father! I failed as a big brother and I expected you and Mom to fill in. Now I had to take matters into my own hands!" Robert shouted as he drove down Interstate 75. This part of the thruway leads to the famous "Alligator Alley" which crosses the Florida Everglades. Andrew was familiar with the route.

"But you didn't have to kill your mother." The father tried to reason with him.

"She wouldn't want to be alive after she finds out what happened to you and me." Robert told him. His intentions made clear Andrew wasn't sure he could stop his own son but he still had to try. However, something in the back of his mind, he wondered if he should even bother. Maybe he deserved to die.

"Son, your only 24, you have your whole life ahead of you." Andrew tried.

"Susan doesn't have her whole life ahead of her. She was only 18. Those horrible men jumped her while she was at the mall. Susie was buying your birthday present and she got raped and killed for it." Robert said angrily. To this Andrew remained silent. He remembered sitting at home with Emma and wondering where his baby girl was. Calling the police after not being able to reach Susan on her cell phone and being told that she hadn't been missing long enough to be considered as actually missing. Because she was 18 and technically and adult, her parents would have to wait to file a missing persons report. They waited for three days and then posted the report. A day after posting the report, police officers found Susan's body in some back alley in Orlando. Andrew remembered Emma collapsing into his arms when they heard what had happened to their baby girl. The worst part of it was that the criminal's had already had their DNA in police databanks and they were going to be caught anyway. They had just killed her for no reason.

When the trial, which should have been open and shut, was dismissed on what the prosecutor described as a technicality, he couldn't take it anymore. Somehow the police had made a slip up and seized the murder weapon without the proper cause. This got the weapon thrown out and all they could prove was the rape. From there the defense attorney argued that the samples were degraded and there was no way to tell if his clients had actually committed the crime or if someone related to them did. At this the judge ordered that the charges dropped and the case dismissed until the police could get more solid evidence. However, without the weapon or even the degraded DNA samples, there would be no case. No way to tie the bastards to the horrible things they had done.

The Wove family had been destroyed by Susan's death and now Robert had murdered three people (or so Andrew thought). His son would end the horrible tragedy by killing him and then himself. Justice would never be gotten for his little girl and soon it would be too late for him.

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Booth and Brennan drove toward the Everglades in their third rental car in almost as many days. The FBI Agent had a gut feeling that Robert Wove would return to the scene where he murdered Frank Horner and that there he would end it.

"This gut feeling of yours, are you sure?" Brennan asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. Robert blames his parents for what happened to Susan and he blames himself. He'll kill his father and then he'll kill himself. But I'm not sure how he'll do it. I mean this guy tried to have his own father kill his mother. For all we know he picked up another weapon. We have to be careful." Booth explained. Brennan nodded in silence. Despite her objections to her partner's "gut feelings", she had to admit that he had been right on many occasions. Of course, she never say this out loud.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Robert pulled along "Alligator Alley" and parked on the side of the road. This was it. He pulled a gun from his back; he had hidden it under his shirt. Then the 24 year old got out of the car.

"Move to the driver's side." He ordered his father. Andrew complied and moved from the passenger side into the driver's side.

"Put the car into neutral and make sure the wheel is turned to the left." Robert ordered. Andrew placed his foot on the brake and shifted the car into neutral and turned the steering wheel.

"Get out and push the car into the swamp." Another order from his son. Andrew did as he was told and the car immediately started to sink into the swamp. The alligators moved from their places but continued to stare at the pair.

"Come on. We're going to get the boat." Robert said.

To Be Continued…