Firstly, thanks for all the reviews – you guys rock!
Secondly, I want to apologize for any confusion. I wasn't sure where the show was set during writing this, and being a British ignorant person, I have no idea how long it would take to get to Las Vegas from wherever they are anyway. I'm sorry for any annoyance that this might cause, but to be honest, it's not that important to the story anyway. I just hope you can go on enjoying it.
More BB coming up!
Feral xx

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked, baring a welcoming grin. They had reached the Luxor by the evening.

"I'm Agent Booth of the FBI, I need to know what room Jack Brithe is in." He ordered. At the flash of his badge, the receptionist lost her grin and immediately obliged.

"Mr. Brithe is residing in room 3206." She answered. "Go left and you'll find the elevator."

"Thank you." Booth and Brennan followed her directions to the lift.

They arrived on the third floor, and walked the short distance to Mr. Brithe's door.

Booth knocked. The door opened and in front of them stood a very short man wearing a fine silk-cut beige dressing robe, obviously expensive, and seemingly annoyed at the interruption. "What?"

"Mr. Brithe, I'm Agent Booth, this is Dr. Brennan. We need to ask you some questions."

Mr. Brithe looked skeptical for a moment, but then opened his door wider and allowed them in, taking a seat without even offering them to do the same. "So, what do you want?"

"Do you know a Tony Garcia?" Booth asked, straight to the point.

"Unfortunately, yes. The rodent still owes me money, but then he conveniently disappeared." Brithe answered, his voice oozing with contempt.

"Tony Garcia was found dead this morning." Brennan said, both partners carefully watching for a reaction.

He blinked. "Well, then I guess he got out of paying me then."

Booth looked at him suspiciously, bringing out the card. "Do you recognize this?"

His eyes widened. "Where did you find that? I've been looking for that for weeks."

"It was found with Mr. Garcia's buried body." Booth explained, returning the card to inside his jacket pocket.

Mr. Brithe relaxed into his chair. "So you think I killed him?"

"You do have motive; and I talked to the guy who did this card emblem for you, Mr. Brithe, and you're the only one with this emblem on the back of his cards. Besides, you don't exactly seem broken up about his death." Booth pointed out.

"It's no secret I didn't like the guy. I may not be a saint, Agent Booth, but I do not approve of married men who have mistresses." He sneered.

"He had mistresses?" Brennan enquired, surprised for so young a man to be having mistresses already.

Well, I only ever saw one. I knew she wasn't his wife cos he wore a ring and she didn't." He said, eyeing Brennan up and down enough to make her uncomfortable.

Booth picked up on this. "Hey, I'm over here." He waved his hand in front of Brithe's face.

"You know, you're a very beautiful woman." He winked at her and she shuddered in revulsion. "Can I buy you a drink sometime?"

"I'm involved." She replied.

"Shame." He frowned. "You're a lucky man." He turned to Booth.

Booth decided just to ignore him and continue with the investigation. "Back to business, what was the name of his mistress?"

"Wanda, Winnie, something like that. She was blonde, about Dr. Brennan's height, with really big –" He made the obvious hand motion.

"Ok, we get it." Brennan stopped him.

"Did she stay here?" Booth asked him.

"Maybe, I dunno. She appeared when Garcia was here and disappeared when he wasn't." Mr. Brithe replied.

"Security cameras." He murmured to Brennan, and then turning to Mr. Brithe. "So, you played Tony, he lost, he told you he'd pay you as soon as possible and he left the hotel with his mistress?"

"Yes." Brithe confirmed.

"And you didn't see him again after that?" Booth asked.

"Correct." He sighed, tired of Booth's insinuations.

"And I assume you have an alibi to support this?" Booth added.

"After the game, I had a few drinks at the bar and returned to my room where I stayed for the duration of the night." He replied, tapping his fingers impatiently on the armchair.

"Witnesses?" Booth asked, he too was getting tired of Brithe's short answers.

"Well, the barman. As for my whereabouts, check the security cameras – I didn't leave the hotel all night." Brithe guaranteed.

"Ok." Booth replied skeptically. "Don't go anywhere over the next few days."

"Fine by me." He shrugged. "Now, if you would excuse me, I have a meeting in half an hour." He got up and motioned them to the door. Booth and Brennan followed him to the door. "Oh, and Agent Booth, can I have my card back? It's not a set without all the cards."

"No can do, it's state evidence now." Booth smiled and they left. He didn't like the guy, but he did provide some evidence.

As they entered the lift, Brennan asked, "What now?"

"We need to check on his alibi, I'll do that later, and check the security tapes, get an MO on Mr. Garcia's mistress." Booth informed her.

"I wouldn't have thought that a young married man would be having affairs, it always seemed like such a middle-aged man thing to do." Brennan commented.

Booth just shrugged. He checked his watch, it was getting late. "You know, I'm starved. Once we've got the girl's image off the tapes, you want to get a bite to eat?"

"I hadn't really thought about it, but I'm kinda hungry too. Sounds like a plan." Brennan agreed.

She thought for a minute about the differences between eating dinner with Sully and then with Booth. With Sully, it was comfortable and intimate, she enjoyed his company; but with Booth, it was comfortable and intimate in an entirely different way. Booth always suited her mood; he could be funny, serious, her partner, her friend, annoy the hell out of her but she would never really care. She wondered why she never felt that with Sully, but didn't dare question herself too much, for fear of the answer.