A/N: A word of warning before reading this chapter. I have edited Chapter 6 and made an important change toward the end of the chapter. I strongly recommend rereading the Chapter before proceeding. :)
Chapter 7
Idaho Springs' Police Station Sunday at 1:00 p.m. MST (3:00 p.m. EST)
Brennan filled in both her partner and the sheriff about the information that Angela had passed on. Booth immediately called the Birmingham field office to request any files on the victim, Henry Wasmund.
"Sheriff, do you know anyone in town that would have relatives in Alabama?" Brennan wondered.
"Not to my knowledge. Most of the families in Idaho Springs have lived here all their lives. Those that have come here have come from other cities in Colorado not Alabama." Dippert told her.
"Well maybe we'll get lucky with the bullet that was retrieved from Dr. Saunders. I'm having Dr. Addy reverse-engineer the bullet. Hopefully we can get some striations and match it to a gun in the system." She said.
"Reverse-engineer? Where are you sending Doc Saunders' body?" The sheriff got upset.
"I have to send the Doctor's body back to the Jeffersonian in order for Dr. Addy to perform the process. In order to reverse-engineer the bullet, he needs any marks made on the sternum and the vertebra in order to do so. Don't worry when the case is over, his body will be shipped back here so his family can bury him properly." Brennan explained. Sheriff Dippert was about to object when Booth interrupted. He had just gotten off the phone.
"According to the Birmingham field office, Wasmund's case went cold after the local mobster, Salvatore Luciano, went missing as well. Apparently Wasmund worked in a shop owned by the Luciano's and had been suspected of doing their dirty work." The FBI Agent told them.
"Luciano? That name doesn't ring a bell at all." Deputy Brockman said.
"What are your newest residents in town?" Booth asked. Brockman quickly went to the nearest computer and punched up any records he could find on new residents.
"We have the Donnelly's, the Gillette's, Mark Johnson, and Kelly Mitchell." The deputy's eyes went wide.
"She couldn't be involved. She moved here six months ago." Sheriff Dippert said.
"The Donnelly's, Gillette's, and Mr. Johnson all came before that. We only have those three groups in the past year." Brockman reminded him.
"So there is a good chance that Kelly Mitchell was the target." Dippert said.
"It's a possibility but that seems odd. Why not kill her when they killed Dr. Saunders? Their problem would have been solved." Booth mused. Quickly he grabbed his cell phone and made another call, this time to the Denver field office.
The Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab Sunday at 4:00 p.m. EST (2:00 p.m. MST)
A man wearing a brown uniform entered the lab and went through the security checkpoint without any difficulty. He followed the security guard's instructions toward the office of Dr. Temperance Brennan.
"Can I help you?" Angela Montenegro asked.
"I have a package for a Dr. Temperance Brennan. The security office said that her office was over here." The deliveryman said.
"Are you sure that it isn't for a Dr. Zach Addy? We're expecting a package for him." Angela pressed.
"No, it says to Dr. Temperance Brennan, from her biggest fan." The UPS man told her.
"All right, just leave it in her office over there." The forensic artist smiled and pointed out where to drop off the package.
To Be Continued…
I know it was short but that just means next weekend will be even more interesting. ;)