(The Body in the Bag)

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Nights in white satin never reaching the end, letters I've written never meaning to send . . . to send . . . to send . . . to send . . .

Angela rushed over to her computer and turned the volume down. The music was too loud and she was afraid the song could be heard down in Bones Storage. She didn't know what was going on, but she assumed she had been hacked and sat down in front of her computer. Her hands poised over the keyboard she noticed a name flashing on her monitor. Wayne Kitchen. The letters turning from blue to red it zoomed across the screen and the words 'Don't ignore this one, Pookie' appeared in pulsating red in the middle of the screen.

Squealing, she turned off her monitor and clenched her fists. Furious that some hacker had invaded her server and used her birth name, she considered going after him or her. Rising from her chair, she walked across the room, locked the door, closed the blinds and walked back to her computer. Cracking her knuckles, she sat back down and turned the monitor back on. "This means war, Bucko. You're messing with the wrong person." Since her computer was backed up daily, she knew that whatever damage the invader did to her PC wouldn't matter. They might turn her hard drive into a brick, but her data was safe. Before she could type more than two commands on her PC a copy of a letter popped up on her screen.

As she read it, Angela realized that if what she was reading was true, Wayne Kitchen might very well die in prison. "I need proof this is real damn it."

As if whoever had hacked her computer could hear her, a picture appeared on her screen. Then another a picture appeared and two more after that. Feeling sick, she wanted to throw up. While she fought the urge to be sick, Wayne Kitchen's name reappeared, then the letter appeared once more. Hurrying over to her desk, she grabbed her camera, ran back to her PC and took a picture of the screen. She was afraid doing a screen grab would be useless. Next, she recorded the pictures. The letter and the pictures were on a continuous loop, so she also recorded it using a video camera. Once that was done, she sat back down at her computer and interrupted the loop. She wanted to find out who had hacked her computer and she hoped there were some bread crumbs for her to follow. She needed to verify that what she had seen was real and not some photo shopped crap. "Pookie huh? Wait until I get my hands on you."

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Angela called a meeting for later that evening. She had worked all day on her PC and had been unable to track down the hacker. Once she realized that she had been outsmarted, she worked on trying to corroborate the letter and the pictures. She found them in a folder that had appeared on her C drive and she backed them up on a new USB flash drive before they disappeared. Once that was done, she tracked down the names mentioned in the letter and was able to find out they were real people. Once that was done, she did a background check on the people mentioned in the letter and made sure their roles mentioned in the letter were possible. They were.

Once Booth and Brennan had arrived from the crime scene they had been working on, Angela made sure that Cam and Hodgins were notified and they all met in her office. Facing her friends, Angela cleared her throat. "This morning my computer was hacked and someone . . . a friend I suppose, downloaded a folder on to my PC. I spent a few hours trying to track down the hacker, but I didn't have any success. Once I realized I was getting nowhere, I turned my attention to the folder he or she sent me. For ease of conversation, I'm just going to say he . . . The folder contains a rather damning letter from someone to Wayne Kitchen and some rather disturbing pictures." She handed a copy of the letter to everyone and let them read it.

Wayne Kitchen, I'm sure you thought you would get away with what you did, but as you will see you didn't. Felecia Evans was a journalist doing her job. A true patriot. I know that you betrayed her and that betrayal caused her to be murdered.

Felicia came to you in good faith in May of 1997. She was working on a story about Robert Hanssen, the FBI traitor and she thought because you worked for the NSA at the time, that you'd be the one she could trust to investigate and bring down Hanssen. She couldn't trust anyone in the FBI because she didn't know if Hanssen was working alone or not. She gave what information she had on Hanssen to you and she thought that Hanssen would pay for what he did, but instead she was murdered.

Just so you know, Felicia wasn't naïve. Before she presented you with her evidence she made multiple copies of her evidence and sent them to people she knew she could trust. Three days after she talked to you, she was murdered. The Philadelphia Police department linked her death to a serial killer working in the area, but we know differently don't we? We know that you and Hanssen belonged to Opus Dei and you protected him because of that. Felecia Evans was a true patriot and you murdered her to protect a Russian asset, a traitor. Your ability to overlook treason because you belong to a cult is pretty disturbing.

We have a copy of the proof that she gave you and we have proof about what you did to her. One of Felicia's friends turned this evidence over to me because she knew that I belong to a patriotic organization that is trying take our country back from the rabble, the betrayers. This country took a wrong turn a long time ago and eventually we will push it back along the correct path to where it should have been before the Constitution started to be manipulated by the uneducated and the misinformed. I have taken care of the other copies Felicia sent out, so don't bother looking for them.

You now work for us. From now on you will do what we say. We are working for the restoration of our country and you will help us. FBI Agent Bud Abbot will be our liaison and whenever we need your help with a particular situation you will comply or we will release the proof that you betrayed your country to help Robert Hanssen. After that we will kill your family.

The letter ended and was not signed or dated.

"Shit if this letter is real then that's the connection between Kitchen and Abbot . . . I knew that Kirby had nothing to do with this mess." Booth crumpled the copy of the letter in his hand, refusing to look at it further. "What are the pictures you found in the folder, Angela?" He was angry, but he was trying to stay calm.

She didn't really want to show the pictures to the group, but Angela knew they wouldn't disturb her friends as badly as they had her. "I checked and these are crime scene photos of Felicia Evans' murder. She was killed in her bed after someone overrode her security system and broke into her house. There was a serial killer running loose in the Philadelphia area at the time and the police pinned the murder on him. Part of the serial killer's modus operandi was there at the crime scene, the flower placed in the victim's mouth, the knife sticking out of her chest, so much blood . . . but not everything was right. Felicia wasn't raped. Her hands weren't tied with a red piece of yarn. One out of three doesn't seem like enough to me."

"Killed in bed after the security system was disabled." Cam shook her head. "Now where have we heard of that before?"

Worrying about Cam's memory, Brennan stared in puzzlement at the coroner. "Gale Storm was killed the same way."

Booth nudged her arm. "Sarcasm, Bones."

"Oh." Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "Would it be possible to get a copy of all of the police reports pertaining to Felica's murder investigation sent to us? I would also like to exhume her remains. The letter seems authentic, but we need proof that it is real. I need to see if we can link Felicia's murder with Gale's murder. If they do connect then that might give the letter more veracity."

"I can try to get the body exhumed and the police reports." Booth stared at the crime scene photos. "I think it's time I talked to Caroline and bring her up to speed. If I can get her on board, she can help with that. I don't want to go behind her back anymore. She was pissed that I didn't tell her about Gale Storm before I involved Strickland Storm. If I do it again, my ass will be grass."

Cam nodded her head. "And no one wants to be on the wrong side of Caroline."

"You got that right." Booth admired Caroline, but he was just a little bit afraid of her. She could be a dangerous enemy if you crossed her.

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Caroline stood in Angela's office, read the letter and looked at the crime scene photos. "How long have you known about Wayne Kitchen?"

"Two weeks." Booth crossed his arms against his chest. "CIA Agent Danny Beck told me about a Federal employee that had been murdered and how the dead employee had had proof that there might be a traitor at Homeland Security. The CIA can't operate in this country, so he needed help. Once we started looking into Gale Storm's death we connected him to Wayne Kitchen. He's the cousin of the detective that investigated Gale's death. The investigation was botched from the beginning and that left more questions. Angela was able to find out that the detective was paid by William King of King's company to pin the murder on some druggie. Now we knew that either King or Kitchen was trying to cover up something about the murder, but we weren't sure which one and why . . . Angela's computer was hacked yesterday and someone placed a folder in her computer holding that letter you have in your hand. I don't know how they got a copy of the letter, but Angela has been tracking down the people mentioned in the letter as much as she can and it all looks plausible. The clincher is the fact that Gale Storm and Felicia Evans both died the same way or at least they were supposed to have died the same way. Gale lived in Washington D.C. and Felicia lived in Philadelphia. Whoever killed them set up the bodies in the same way, in bed, stabbed in the heart. I don't believe in coincidences . . . Kitchen helped cover up Robert Hanssen's betrayal of this country and he probably murdered two people because of that betrayal."

Tired, Caroline walked past Angela and sat down on the chair near her computer. "Abbot was a go between for the writer of the letter and Kitchen. When Abbot was arrested for being part of Kirby's gang someone panicked and killed him . . . Kitchen or this mystery letter writer?"

"Looks like it." Booth shrugged his shoulders. "I mean not personally, but they got someone to do their dirty work for them. Abbot could bring down Kitchen and whoever this deluded patriot is and they didn't want him spilling his guts . . . We want to do an investigation into Felicia Evan's murder. The DNA tests came back from the blood we found under the floor in Gale Storm's house and we got a hit, but the man the blood belongs to is out of the country . . . he works for King's Company. We don't want to say anything right now. We don't have extradition rights in the Ukraine which is where Philip Jarvis is. I think they might turn him over if we asked, but who knows. They have their own troubles and they might not want to play ball. It would be best for everyone to wait for Jarvis to either come home or he travels to a country that has extradition with the U.S."

Not really shocked, Caroline sighed. "King's Company . . . I'd love to place that couillon under the prison, not just in it . . . we'll hold off on doing anything about Philip Jarvis. There is no statute of limitations for murder. Just keep gathering your evidence about Gale's murder and make it as air tight as you can. King can afford a lot of lawyers for his man . . . I'll try to get an exhumation order for Felicia Evans and the investigation records sent to you . . . This is going to make someone very nervous. I Hope your people can find whatever evidence Felicia Evans had. That would make everything else so easy."

Booth laughed. "I hope so." His smiled disappeared. "Even if we can't prove the letter is real, we should be able to tie Kitchen, Abbot and the two men working for King to the murder of Gale Storm and Felicia Evans. Jarvis didn't kill those two by himself . . . I'd like to know who wrote the letter, but that may not happen unless Kitchen talks. He may not since his family has been threatened."

"At this point, I'll take what I can get." Caroline stood up. "If we can get Kitchen for treason and murder we might be able to get King too. Right now all we can prove is that King's men murdered two people and that King paid off the debts of a dirty cop. King can claim his employees were rogue employees and he had given the money to Chute as a favor for Kitchen. I need to talk to Jarvis and whoever his partner was. Maybe they'll implicate their employer, but I doubt it."

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A/N: the song at the beginning is "Nights in White Satin' made popular by The Moody Blues in 1967. Robert Hanssen was a Special Agent for the FBI. He betrayed the United States by spying for The Soviet Union then Russia from 1979 until 2001 when he was caught. He's serving life in prison.