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Before they confronted Charles Baker, Booth let Carla Richard know what was going on. She assured Booth and Brennan that she was able to tend to the meat by herself and that what they were doing was much more important in the grand scheme of things.

After confronting their suspect, Booth cuffed the man and read him his rights. While he was doing that Brennan knocked on Jim Riley's RV door and let him and his wife Tiffany know that Charles was under arrest for murder.

Horrified, Tiffany squeezed by her husband and stepped out of the RV. "No, this is a mistake. Charlie wouldn't hurt a fly. I don't know what's going on, but you have the wrong guy."

Not indifferent to Tiffany's heart break, Brennan shook her head. "It appears that he can hurt a fly. We're going to take your brother to Baton Rouge shortly."

Appalled, Tiffany turned and grabbed her husband burying her face in his shirt as she cried. Stunned, Jim silently watched his brother-in-law led away across the parking lot towards the West Congress Street exit. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that Charles was an odd duck and he hated to think that he'd done something as terrible as murder.

After they arrived at Booth's truck in the hotel parking lot, Charles was placed in the back seat and secured with a seatbelt. Because his hands were cuffed behind him, the suspect wouldn't be a lot of trouble for them. Brennan entered the hotel, went upstairs and packed their clothes. After that was accomplished, she knocked on the connecting door between her room and Aubrey's room.

The startled agent now awake from a sound sleep, staggered over to the door and opened it. "What's up?"

Taking in Aubrey's dazed look and wild hair, Brennan turned and walked over to where the luggage was. "We've arrested Charles Baker for murder. There were several sets of human remains found on his property this evening. Booth has placed him in our truck and he's waiting for me to pack so we can leave. I'm going to check us out of our room at the front desk and then we're going to drive to Baton Rouge. You may stay and help Joe and Carla if you wish and then return home tomorrow night. Booth says that it might be a good idea if you stayed with the Richards and while you are helping them you can keep an eye on Jim Riley. We still don't know if Charles worked alone or not."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Aubrey was torn between going to Baton Rouge and staying in Lafayette. "Okay, I'll stay with the Richards just in case it turns out to be more than it appears. I'll keep an eye on Jim Riley and his wife Tiffany if they stay. If they leave, I'll call Booth and let him know and he can decide if he wants me to follow them or not."

Once Brennan checked out, she carried their bags to the truck and loaded them in the back. Opening the front passenger door, Brennan slid into the truck and turned towards Booth. "Aubrey is going to stay to keep an eye on Jim Riley. He'll call you if they leave the competition."

After he started the truck, Booth turned to glare at Charles before they left the parking lot. "You give me any trouble, I'm going to stop on the basin bridge and I'm going to toss your ass in to the swamp. The gators might like a snack tonight."

Not sure if Booth was serious or not, Charles shrugged his shoulders. "I won't be a problem."

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Sitting in an interrogation room in Baton Rouge, Booth leaned back against his chair and stared at his suspect. "This is what we know. Five men have been reported missing from the barbeque cook-offs that you've attended in the last two years."

Slowly shaking his head, Charles smiled. "I'm invoking my right to council and I will remain silent."

Placing several pictures on the table, Booth turned them so Charles could see them, but his suspect refused to look at them. "Great . . . that's your right. You sit there and listen and I'll talk . . . I don't know if you thought no one would ever put it together since it was done in different states and different cities, but someone did notice and they told the FBI. We got jurisdiction because you crossed state lines to do what you did . . . We had our experts go over Jason Wu's truck and they found blood and a finger print."

Certain he was being lied to, Charles sneered. "Bullshit."

"You've invoked your right to remain silent, so shut up." Booth moved the pictures closer to Charles. "We found out that the blood belonged to Jason Wu and that finger print was yours. That gave me probable cause and I got a warrant to search your property."

Unable to refrain from speaking, Brennan interjected. "You aren't as smart as you think you are."

Amused, Booth smiled at Brennan and then turn his attention back to Charles. "You're right Bones, he isn't very smart. The dumb ass buried the bodies on his property . . . we got you, you son-of-a-bitch."

Unable to prevent it, Charles finally looked the pictures of the bodies and he knew he'd been caught. "I had to protect my sister. Someone had to. Jim sure wasn't going to do it."

Holding up his hand, Booth stopped him. "You invoked council and the right to remain silent. We'll wait for your lawyer." Standing, Booth nudged Brennan on the shoulder and pointed at the door. Retrieving the pictures from the table, Booth smiled at Charles. "This is a death penalty state." After he left the room, an agent entered the room to baby sit Charles while Brennan and Booth got a cup of coffee from the break room.

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After Charles' lawyer arrived, Booth and Brennan joined her and Charles in the interrogation room. Settling on his chair, Booth placed the photos on the table before him again, but this time face down. "Your client has been read his rights three times Ms. Honore. He invoked his right to silence . . . He's been charged with the murder of nine people."

Shocked, Charles stared wide eyed at Booth, but remained silent.

Disgusted, Booth turned the pictures face up and spread them out on the table so that Charles and his lawyer could both see them. "I was able to get a warrant and the FBI has uncovered nine bodies on your property so far . . . we will eventually identify all nine, but I'm assuming five of them are from the cook-offs that you attended."

Unable to stop staring at the gruesome pictures, Charles finally spoke. "I did it to protect my sister. I told them to back off and . . ."

Furious, Ms. Honore placed her hand on her client's arm. "You are to remain quiet." Turning to face Booth, the lawyer demanded to know what led them to her client.

After explaining what was done and why, Booth glanced at Charles. "We've been very careful and chain of evidence has not been compromised. The bodies were found on your client's property."

Her throat dry, Lacy Honore looked at the photos and knew she had an uphill battle to fight for her client. "My client has nothing to say."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth stood up.

Annoyed that they weren't going to find out why Charles did what he did, Brennan stood up and glared at him. "You killed nine men and all you have to say is you did it to protect your sister?"

His gaze locked on the pictures, Charles nodded his head. "I couldn't risk it. They might have tried to take her from me like Nicole."

Lacy gripped her hand on Charles arm in anger. "Shut up! You invoked your right to silence, so do not say another word."

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Still disappointed that they didn't know why Charles did what he did, Brennan sat in the coffee house, stirring her coffee.

"Look I know you're disappointed that we didn't find out his reason, but we will." Booth sipped some of his coffee and placed the cup back on the table. "Our people will keep looking and something will point to why he did it or it will come out in the trial. I had Charles and Tiffany's past checked into and I found out that they had a sister murdered when she was fourteen. Nicole was kidnapped, raped and murdered. From what he said, I think this might have something to do with that at least my gut says it does . . . Motive is important but in this case, we have a lot of evidence we can use to convict him and as long as he is convicted then that's all that matters. It will give the families of the victims closure and that's the important part."

Tired, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, you're right. Usually I don't really care about why, but he killed nine people that we know about. His reasons though awful must be very strong."

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