Chapter 16
Idaho Springs' Coroner's Office, Tuesday at 3:45 p.m. MST (5:45 p.m. EST)
Brennan did as she was told and carefully moved away from the table. Unfortunately this meant moving further away from her kit.
"I asked you where my finger is. Don't make me ask you again." Luciano told her. The forensic anthropologist knew she needed to stall him. If she told him the finger was back at the Jeffersonian, it would be the last thing she ever did.
"You have my files, you know where the finger is." Brennan said.
"Yes well it appears I was premature in destroying your laptop the files stated you found the finger but not where it was." He moved closer to her so that the barrel of his 9mm handgun was only about six inches from her face.
"Sorry my mind is still a little fuzzy after I took that blow to the back of my head." An obvious lie but it might keep her alive a little longer.
"Well I wasn't expecting you back so soon." Luciano said nonchalantly.
"You're not as strong as I thought you were. It's quite obvious your alpha-male tendencies allow you to show your dominance over other men but when it comes to women you'd rather bash in their skulls. I mean you fought with Henry Wasmund, threw him into a freezer, and then buried him out on the mountain. Later you shot and killed Dr. Saunders. Then you shoot up Beau Jo's killing a father and son. Poor Mark Johnson ended up dead and then burned, I'm still trying to account for how he died but it's safe to say you didn't hit him over the head." Brennan hoped that this would get him to forget about the finger for the moment.
"I slashed the computer guys throat which is why his blood was all over Sarah Kemp's car, I had hoped to throw you off. It's too bad I had to kill him. He was a nice guy." The mobster just shrugged. Now that he had admitted that, Brennan knew that he had no intention of keeping her alive.
"But that's getting off topic Doctor. I'll give you to the count of ten and then we'll see how much of your body they'll find." Luciano moved closer.
"All right. I'll get it. It's over in one of the body storage compartments." The forensic anthropologist tried to think on her feet. Where is Booth? She wondered.
Special Agent Booth was with Marshals Gillette and Ryder trying to piece everything together and see what evidence they could get on Luciano when they found him when the call came in. The Denver Health Medical Center told Gillette that Sarah Kemp went into cardiac arrest and now the only thing keeping her alive was the respirator they put her on. Her family had been called the day before but they still hadn't arrived yet. They were due in at five o'clock. Now Booth got up from his seat and decided to head next door to tell Brennan the bad news.
Brennan slowly opened the door to one of the compartments that were about stomach level on Luciano. He stepped close enough and she was able to take advantage. Quickly she swung the door as hard as she could against the man's midsection. Taken unaware, Luciano stumbled backwards. Brennan then ran for her case. She reached it and pulled out her weapon. The forensic anthropologist stood up and found the barrel of Luciano's weapon in her face. Apparently the hit hadn't been hard enough.
"Now Doctor that wasn't very nice. Why don't you give me that gun?" Luciano asked. Brennan knew once she did that it would be game over but she did not have a choice. She slowly started to hand the mobster her weapon. That's when she heard the front door of the coroner's office open. Her heart leapt. Booth! Then she realized that he was walking into a trap. Luckily the sound of the door opening had caught Luciano's attention.
Booth was about to open the door that led into the morgue when he heard the sound of a gunshot. He pulled out his weapon and rushed into the room.
To Be Continued…
I know this was short but I thought it would be enough to sustain you. ;)