"Mrs. Garcia, we need to talk to you." Booth said, barging through the door, Brennan on his heels. "Where were you between 1pm and 4pm yesterday?" Booth asked, getting straight to the point.
"I spent all yesterday afternoon tending to my garden." She replied, shocked by the intrusion.
Brennan spotted the red handbag on the dining room table. "May I ask where you got this bag, Mrs. Garcia?"
"I bought it, I don't remember where, but what exactly is this all about?" She asked, her façade seemingly worried.
"Oh, just that something with this handbag matching your description broke into my partner's house yesterday and left a malicious threat." Booth explained, giving Mrs. Garcia a warning stare.
"How awful!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, I take threats against my partners life very personally, so I would suggest to whoever is plotting against her to stop immediately, or they'll be very, very sorry." He warned, noticing how very uncomfortable she had become.
Brennan gaze was fixed outside to Mrs. Garcia's garden. "For someone who spent hours gardening, none of it looks disturbed and there seems to be weeds everywhere."
"I watered the plants and trimmed the back hedges." She offered, fiddling nervously with her hands.
Brennan's gaze remained unmoved. "What is that plant over there?"
"I'm not sure. Tony and I only bought the house eight months ago and I'm afraid to admit that I don't know much about plants." She chuckled nervously, and attempting to distract their attention, she added, "Now Mr. Booth, I'm very sorry to hear about your partner's apartment –"
He smiled to himself in satisfaction. "I didn't mention it was an apartment." Gotchya, he thought. Her face went white.
While Booth was interrogating, Brennan slid open the back doors and tore off some the plant that had spellbound her and studied it. Biology of plants was a long time ago in terms of studying, but this was a plant uncommon to the typical suburban garden. She sniffed it, felt its ttexture, noted the patterns and turned to Booth in absolute certainty, "This is deadly nightshade."
Booth looked to Brennan and could tell, without even asking, that her excitement meant she was completely sure of her findings. He took out his handcuffs and faced Mrs. Garcia. "Mrs. Garcia. You are under arrest for breaking and entering and muder. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have an attorney –"
"I have an attorney." She muttered, eyes down and silent as Booth called for back-up. Booth and Brennan shared a glance, pleased by their day's work.