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Leverage

Chapter 2

"Run it Hardison."

"Conan McGill, that's our mark. No police record, however, simply by using Google, and YouTube, you get a completely different story."

The Leverage Team were all sat in Nate's apartment, Elliot in his chair, a bowl of peanuts in his lap, with Parker, much to his chagrin, sitting on the arm of the chair. He understood her need for physical contact but he still found it annoying, especially during briefings when he just felt confined. Hardison sat on the couch with Sophie, controlling the computer screen and Nate stood off to the side as he always did.

"Wait," Elliot leaned forward, "did you just say 'McGill'?" If Parker didn't know any better she would have thought she saw him flinch.

Hardison read the name again, "Yeah, 'Conan McGill', why?"

"Nothing."

"Well, on that very strange note," Hardison continued, "He's been around for at least thirty, maybe forty years. Like I said, according to the police this guy's clean, but the police don't know everything."

"That's right! Whooo!" Parker cheered, then, noticing that no one else was following suite, shoved a handful of Elliot's peanuts in her mouth. (Elliot glared before passing her the rest of the bowl, which she refused, having already solved the "foot in mouth" problem.)

Hardison's mouth dropped, "What the . . . Parker?" No comment from the blonde. "Okay, now, if I could finish." He cleared his throat. "Other than the police and anyone that actually matters, this guy is dirty with a capital 'D'. There have even been multiple reports of disappearances around him, mostly locals a few from as far as China and Iraq.

"Word on the street is, this guy deals in everything from Cocaine, illegal dog and cock fights, even pirated videos," he laughed.

"Okay, how can we get in?" Nate asked.s

"Every year, McGill hosts a Honky-tonk and sumpmorother to honor the police and public officials who aid in his campaign and in keeping his name clean. And whoohoo, we're in luck," Hardison zoomed in on the date for the party, "looks like it's in three days."

Nate nodded, "Good, good. Hardison, can you get us invitations?"

Hardison typed vigorously on his keyboard for a minute, "Nope, sorry, Bro. It's sealed up tight."

Suddenly, though he had almost been forgotten since his earlier outburst, Elliot raised his hand, and was slightly pale.

"What is the problem, Elliot?" Nate felt almost like a teacher as the hitter was called out for the second time this briefing.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a problem . . ."

Bones

Chapter 2

"Um, Dr. Brennan," Wendell pointed to the (top, outside) part of the sixth rib bone he was looking at, "There seems to be a cut mark on this bone and a matching one on the fifth bone above it."

"Very good," Brennan only had to glance his way, "and would you say that would be fatal?"

Wendell looked at both bones again, "No, lack of red staining on the bones points to post-mortem."

Cam had just carded her way into the platform, "So you're saying he was stabbed, after he was dead? Wow, someone really wanted this guy to pay."

"That's not all, Cam," while Wendell and Cam were speaking, something on the floating ribs had caught Brennan's eye. On the right hand side, in the middle (bottom) side of the rib was a strange striae and a matching one toward the tip of the left. "He was cut open. I'm almost certain that something was taken from the thoracic cavity. If there was anything left, Dr. Hodgens should find it in the particulates' I –"

She was cut off as the bug-man skipped up behind her, "Cocaine." He had a huge smile on his face. To answer the questioning looks on his colleagues faced he rolled his eyes and clarified, "This guy's gut, the particulates you sent me; he was a mule!" He turned and made to leave, "King of the Lab!"

Brennan put down the bone she was working on and looked thoughtfully at the self-proclaimed King of the Lab, "Dr. Hodgens, I am sorry, but this man was indeed a human, not a mule. The most prominent difference being the shape of the skull and –" She was gesturing to the skull.

"No," he had to try hard not to laugh, "a drug mule."

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