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The next morning, Booth, Brennan and Aubrey hadn't heard anything from Angela, so after a leasurely breakfast at the hotel they walked across the street to the Cajun Dome parking lot. The sun was up and it promised to be another scorching hot day. After Joe and Carla's equipment had been inspected and passed approval, Joe explained what was going to happen next. "Okay we're set up and we passed inspection. There's going to be a cook's meeting late this afternoon. After lunch we're going to prepare our meat and light our grills and slow cookers and put the brisket and pork butt on. It takes a long time to properly cook them. Now, we're going to have to sleep in shifts because early in the morning we'll have to put our chicken and ribs on. Carla will stay up until two tomorrow morning and then I'll take over. Now one of you should stay with Carla and one with me, but I can stay by myself if you have things you need to do. It's alright because I know you've got your hands full trying to do your job."

Booth and Brennan knew that they were lucky that Joe had kept the rest of his crew home to give them a spot on his team and they didn't want to abuse Joe and Carla's willingness to help. Brennan assured the Richards, "Booth and I will help. We can interview competitors during the night when we aren't needed."

Relieved, Joe smiled. He didn't really know how much help they were going to be since they were investigating a possible murder or murders, but he and Carla could use the help. "Okay then, we'll set up our entry boxes with parsley later this evening before I turn in. We'll show you how much of an art that is . . . Saturday is going to be very busy for us, so if you plan to talk to people do it today. Tonight we'll all do a lot of socializing, so it should be perfect for you."

Listening to all of this, Aubrey finally asked his burning question. "When do we get to eat barbeque?"

Amused, Joe chuckled. "Sorry James . . . tomorrow afternoon."

Crestfallen, James sighed. "Damn it."

Trying to be helpful, Carl patted Aubrey's arm. "If you'll go across the street and buy some ribs, I'll cook them for you on my little grill. My sauce is a real winner."

Eager to try it, Aubrey grinned. "Ill be right back."

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After lunch, Booth, Brennan and Aubrey spread out and visited the tents of the competitors. The first one on Booth's list was Jim Riley and his crew. He had meant to talk to them the previous evening, but they had disappeared and Booth hadn't found them before he and Brennan had returned to their hotel. Now that the Rileys were in their tent preparing for the cook-off, he meant to talk to Jim.

The sun broiling anyone who dared to stand in it's full light too long, Booth adjusted his hat, left the tent and walked next door, ducking into the needed shade. "So how are you folks doing this afternoon?"

Charles Baker turned when he heard Booth's voice and moved closer to him. "We're doing fine. Why don't you just move along now?"

Not sure why Charles was upset with him, Booth spread his hands wide. "What did I do?"

Before Charles could answer him, Jim stepped out of his RV and over to where the two men were standing. "Come on Charles . . . you didn't do anything uh . . . Buck. My wife likes to flirt and it's harmless fun, but Charles thinks guys think she's serious and . . ."

Shaking his head, Booth glanced at Brennan as she walked by the trio. "Oh hell no. I know she isn't serious and I'm not interested anyway." Pointing at Brennan as she stopped at the Christopher's tent, Booth laughed. "You've seen my beautiful Wanda. She's all the woman I need or want thank you very much."

The tension melting from Charles, the man offered a smile. "You can never be too careful especially now a days."

Patting Charles' shoulder, Booth nodded his head. "Yeah, I have to chase horn dogs away from my wife all the time. The bastards come on to her even when I'm standing right next to her . . . it's enough to make a man want to kill someone."

Chuckling, Jim shook his head. "Well not kill someone, but beat the shit out of them yeah . . . That Jason Wu your brother-in-law was looking for yesterday is the worse. He's a handsome guy and he knows it . . . what's bad was he was dating Marsha Spell last year and flirting with as many women as he could. Married . . . single, he didn't care. Marsha got pissed about it and they had a fight in Houston and . . . I'm not sure, but I didn't see him after the sponsor disqualified him for being an asshole. . . well, for making threats towards Marsha. It was dumb because it was just before the awards were given out. Apparently he'd won for brisket, but since he was asked to leave they gave the prize to Brad Menard's crew instead . . . so the whole thing was just stupid."

Slowly nodding his head, Charles agreed with his brother-in-law. "Yeah, he doesn't own a RV, but he does have a large truck and a trailer to haul his stuff around with. I know he cleaned up his equipment with the rest of his crew. One of his crew was thrown out of the competition earlier for threatening Jason and the guy went home before the cook-off even really started. That whole competition was just a mess. We don't normally have problems like that. These cook-offs are usually a lot of fun and we have a great time, but not at that one." Shaking his head, Charles leaned against one of the grills. "Anyway, Jason left for his hotel around three thirty after getting into an argument with the rest of his crew. I really don't know what it was about, but I assumed they wanted to quit. I think that was what they were shouting about . . . just a real mess. Jason had been asked to leave and I guess he was ordering his crew around and it just got ugly fast."

"That does sound like a mess." Booth noticed Tiffany approaching with a grocery bag in her hand. "Well I think I'll go talk to the Menards. Good luck in the competition."

Passing Tiffany as he left, Booth smiled at her. "Good luck Tiffany."

Her eyes raking over Booth's body, Tiffany gave him a sexy smile. "You too, Buck."

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The afternoon was spent interviewing as many of the crews as possible without actually letting them appear to be interviews. It was a frustrating day for all three of them until Angela called Booth. When his phone rang, he stepped away from Dwayne Fisher to have a private conversation. "Whatcha got Angela?"

I've identified the owner of the finger print on Jason Wu's truck . . . they belonged to Charles Baker.

His eyes darting towards Jim Riley's spot on the parking lot, Booth felt some hope after all. "That's great Angela. Did Hodgins find anything else?"

"Yes, he found some blood. It's not much since someone went through a lot of trouble to clean it up. Jack says whoever cleaned up used something that cleans up blood. He told me what it was, but I don't remember what it was so you'll have to ask him. He found the blood between the seat and the gear selector. It was Jason Wu's blood. Jack thinks it's possible Jason was shot in the truck by whoever was in the passenger seat. Seems likely anyway. Someone detailed that truck and tried to make sure no one would suspect that it was a crime scene . . . Charles Baker owns some property in Carlton, Louisiana not too far from Monroe where his sister and brother-in-law live. He's never been convicted of a crime, but he was arrested for attempted murder a few years ago. It was a 'he said he said' situation and the case was dropped when the witness left town and didn't leave a forwarding address."

Alarm bells ringing for Booth, he thanked her. "Thanks Angela and tell Jack thanks too." After he ended his call, he called the FBI field office in Baton Rouge and let them know that they had a viable suspect. He arranged for warrants for Charles Baker's property and for a team of agents to search the man's property as quickly as possible. Those five missing men had to be somewhere.

After searching for Brennan and Aubrey, Booth had an impromptu meeting and let them know what was going on. Once he was done, he pointed at the Riley's tent. "We need to give our guys the time to search Baker's property, so we aren't going to do anything right now. We'll just keep an eye on Baker for the night or until we're told what they found on the Baker property if anything."

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That evening, Booth and Brennan tried to stay in sight of Charles at all time, never letting him out of their sight except when he was in his brother-in-law's RV. Aubrey returned to the hotel to get some sleep so that he could spell Booth and Brennan later. It was decided that Aubrey would watch Charles by himself after two until six when Booth would come back and help keep track of Charles. More than likely Charles would be asleep, but they didn't want him taking off while no one was watching him.

There was a lot of socializing that evening, but Brennan noticed that Charles stayed under the tent most of the time near the grills. Joe didn't think it was unusual. "That's Charles. He's all business when it comes to the cook-offs. He's real anal about the grills and smoker and he worries that someone will open the grills when they shouldn't."

At eleven that night, Booth got a call from FBI Special Agent Black. We brought ground penetrating radar equipment with us and we found something. We dug up a body a few minutes ago and we know of at least three more on the property. We're still looking.

His eyes now bored into Charles who was reading a novel with the aide of a lamp set up on a small table next to his chair. "Thanks. I'm going to make my arrest. We have enough to bring him in. Keep me informed about what you find and if you can, send me emails with pictures of what you find. I can use them when I interrogate our suspect."

Will do, Agent Booth. I'll send them as we uncover the bodies.

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