Chapter 11

Idaho Springs Police Station, Monday at 9:00 a.m. MST (11:00 a.m. EST)

United States Marshal Joe Gillette exited the requisitioned Crown Vic from the driver's side while his partner Sheila Ryder exited the passenger side. Gillette stood at six foot three with broad shoulders. His well-muscled frame was covered with a good pair of Wrangler jeans and a t-shirt that said "Only in Miami" with an outline of a woman wearing only a bikini. Sheila had shaken her head at the out fit but he said he wasn't about to wear a suit on the long flight. His partner had worn a pair of navy slacks and a button down dress shirt. She stood at only five foot six and was used to her partner's wise cracks about her height.

The two entered the police station and were immediately met by Deputy Brockman. He gave the Marshals a look and then led them to a small conference room. The Sheriff's Deputy opened the door and two people met them.

"I'm FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan." Booth introduced.

"Marshal Joe Gillette and this little lady next to me is Marshal Sheila Ryder." The two men shook hands while the woman exchanged handshakes as well.

"So what do you have for us?" Gillette wondered.

"This morning, Sheriff Dippert's men found Sarah Kemp's car abandoned with blood on the passenger side. We're awaiting test results to see if it's hers." Booth explained.

"Damn. I promised her she'd be safe out here. How did this happen?" Gillette cursed.

"We were hoping you had the answer to that." Brennan spoke up.

"There is no way Luciano could have figured out that we sent Sarah up here without someone giving him a heads up." Ryder shook her head.

"It had to be that scum-bucket of a lawyer that Luciano hired. That guy was as slippery as a snake. The Federal Prosecutor didn't want to move forward with the case because witnesses against Luciano have a tendency to disappear. He wanted enough evidence to nail the bastard to the wall and hopefully keep Sarah alive in the process. So a surveillance detail was put on Luciano and Sarah was sent out here. Somehow he slipped through the detail's fingers. " Her partner said.

"Well however he found out, Sarah Kemp's life is in danger. I don't want to be the one examining her body." Brennan interrupted. Just then Booth's ceil phone rang and he excused himself.

"My partner believes that Luciano is not one his own. First the murder of Henry Wasmund, then the subsequent murder of Dr. Saunders and kidnapping of Sarah Kemp. There is also the matters of my case files being stolen from my hotel room and of a missing right fifth metacarpal." The forensic anthropologist continued. The dumbfounded looks on the Marshals' faces told her that she said something confusing.

"What's missing?" Ryder asked.

"The right fifth metacarpal from Luciano's hand. I had my team back at the Jeffersonian analyze the DNA from the finger when I discovered it in Henry Wasmund's frozen right hand." Brennan explained as she showed off her pinky finger.

"So somehow Wasmund fought with Luciano and got his finger." Gillette pondered the information. Just then Booth came back into the room.

"The blood inside Sarah Kemp's car isn't hers. I had the Sheriff send a sample of it to the Jeffersonian. Hopefully Angela can tell us whose it is." He said.

"Then she fought back. I always knew she was a fighter." Gillette smiled.

"I guess the question becomes why didn't she head back to town after she escaped from her captor?" Ryder wondered.

"Sheriff Dippert's men are searching the surrounding area to see if maybe…" Booth didn't finish his sentence as his phone rang again. This time he didn't bother to leave the room.

"Booth." He answered. There was a long silence and then the FBI Agent thanked the person on the other end and then hung up.

"That was Sheriff Dippert again. They found Sarah Kemp."

To Be Continued…

I know this was short but... well there is no but, I guess, it's just short. ;)