For the third time in three days, Booth walked through the entrance of The Hamilton County Jane Austen Historical Society. He found Francis in the back, putting together a plate of refreshments. Hmmm…
"Hey, Francis. How are things?"
"Oh, Agent Booth. Um…are you alone?"
"Yes. I left Dr. Brennan at the lab."
"Good, good. I mean, well, you know."
"Yeah, so…I was wondering…hey…those cookies look pretty good. Did you make them?"
"Yep, sure did. I always make all the refreshments. Would you like one"
Okay…he felt his phone buzzing, he looked down…Bones.
"Ah, no, no thanks. Hey, can you hold on just a moment?"
"Sure, sure…"
Booth walked outside toward the SUV for a little bit of privacy.
"What's up Bones?"
"Booth, it's Cam, on Brennan's phone. We found out who the skeleton belongs to."
"Okay, yeah, who?"
"Francis Graham!"
"What?, No, I just talked to him."
"Booth. I'm telling you…that's who this body belongs to. I don't know who the other Francis Graham really is, but…well, I thought you should know."
"Thanks Cam."
"Oh, and Booth?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, since there is no evidence of anything else, we're to assume that this victim was also poisoned at some point."
"Got it."
Booth ran back in to see that this "Francis" had disappeared. He heard a car start, and ran outside to see him driving away. Booth ran to his truck and put out a bolo on the car, then started chasing him.