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Chapter 19

Interrogation at the Hoover Building, Thursday at 9:00 am

"I appreciate you coming down Sheriff. We just have some things to clear up," Booth smiled.

"Sure, however I can help," Townshend gave a smile and looked at the paperwork in front of him.

"Is this Margot's official statement?" He asked.

"Yes. See this is where I get confused. She accuses you of killing Leon Fick. Now you and I both know that you would know better than to do that," Booth said.

"Leon Fick was a bastard but killing him would be stupid," Bob nodded.

"Exactly. Of course when she said that you two were seeing each other, I got to thinking. What if she was trying to frame you?" The FBI agent wondered.

"I guess its possible but I don't know why. I mean the man who killed her ex was dead. You'd think if she did it, she'd be more happy you know," Townshend pointed out. That last statement was odd, as if he wanted to clear Margot despite the fact that he was the one who was being "framed".

"True. Now can you explain why your fingerprints were on Leon Fick's window sills?" Booth's question blindsided the Sheriff and a surprised look crossed his face.

"He didn't know his prints were there. I'll bet he forgot to wipe the sills off," Sweets said to Brennan as they watched from the other side of the glass.

"My prints shouldn't be on Leon's window sills. I never touched them," Townshend replied.

"Well they are. Another thing that bothers me is the fact that Margot says she hates guns and yet she kept the shotgun that was licensed to her husband? Why do you suppose she'd do that?" Booth raised an eyebrow.

"I thought I was coming in to fill out some paperwork and all you've managed to do is interrogate me about inconsistencies in Margot's story. What are you trying to say Agent Booth?" Townshend ignored the questions and changed the subject.

"See I think she gave the guns to you to get rid of and you never bothered to change the licenses over. It was a perfectly good shotgun the town could use so you stocked it with the others in the arsenal. Then when you went over to Leon's and heard him ranting about the people he killed you decided to get rid of him. I mean he killed Sheriff Boyd after all. Boyd was one of your own and you wanted revenge. Who better to frame than the woman whose life was turned upside down than Margot?" Booth had a contemplating look on his face.

"I wanted justice just like anyone else. I wouldn't go through the trouble of framing Margot," Townshend replied.

"Then why did you lie to my partner and I earlier about never receiving a call from Margot? We checked your phone records. You took a call from her around the time she claims she had Leon threaten her," the G-man asked. At this point, the Sheriff did not answer. Sweets saw the signs he'd been looking for and went out into the hall to retrieve what Booth had wanted. Brennan looked on as the psychologist entered the room with Margot in tow, her lawyer conveniently not present.

"Oh hello Sweets. Looks like you brought us a visitor," Booth smiled.

"Seems Margot wants to change her statement. The DA is already thinking about accepting a plea deal so we can convict Sheriff Townshend," Sweets played along.

"What?" Bob looked at her.

"You did it Bob. You killed Leon," Margot said flatly.

"I did not. You have no evidence to prove it," the Sheriff's voice rose an octave.

"See that's where you're wrong. The Jeffersonian went back to the bottle of pills and it turns out we have your partials on some of the pills. You're one of those guys who spills out too many pills and has to put them back. Even better is the fact that we're having your house searched while you're here. Once we put it all together, Margot was kind enough to fill in the blanks last night," Booth explained.

"You bitch! I did it for you and you couldn't keep your mouth shut!" Townshend lost it.

"If you did it for me why were you trying to frame me?!" Margot's tone was just as loud as his.

"Looks like the kids aren't behaving Sweets, any suggestions?" Booth wondered as he grabbed the Sheriff before he tried to take a swing at the librarian.

"I'll get her out of here," the young psychologist said before grabbing the irate woman. However, Margot was surprisingly strong for a librarian and she kicked her heel backwards hitting Sweets in the groin. The poor man let go of her and fell down. That's when Brennan interrupted the spat. The forensic anthropologist took hold of Margot by putting her in a headlock.

"Way to go Bones," Booth smiled. She gave a nod before heading back toward the exit of the interrogation room.

Later Booth sat in his office, pulling together the paperwork he needed to finish off the case. Since the Sheriff had already confessed, all he required was a full statement. The best part was, he'd recorded the earlier session so that Townshend couldn't go back on his confession. A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts and he looked up.

"Mind if I come in?" Sweets asked.

"Come on in. Have a seat. Sorry about earlier. I wasn't expecting her to do that," Booth grimaced as the young man limped to the nearest chair.

"To be honest, neither did I. She wasn't violent or so she made us believe," Sweets tried to get comfortable in a chair near the agent's desk.

"Yes well, Townshend admitted to going back to Leon's in the morning after collecting what he needed from Margot's place. He took one of her potatoes, used her sleeping pills, and the shotgun that her husband had registered. We wouldn't have even caught him if he hadn't left those fingerprints on Leon Fick's windowsills," Booth gave him a slight smile.

"Two things bother me about this though. The first is that we didn't find any prints other than Margot's on the shotgun and the other is the fact that Townshend prints showed up on the sills. Why use gloves and clean the scene but then leave your prints behind on the sill?" Sweets questioned some of the logic.

"The windows were opened after Leon was killed. He probably cleaned everything up and then as an afterthought opened the windows. Being in law enforcement, he knew that that would mess up the timeline of when the shooting occurred," Booth explained.

"Except Margot gave us the timeline when she told us about Leon being drunk," the psychologist noted.

"Exactly. If he had shut Margot up, no one would have looked his way. I guess that's what really confuses me. Here Townshend claims to have killed Leon for Margot but then tries to frame her," the FBI agent said.

"I think getting rid of Margot was the plan. From what I heard from him, he is the kind of man who wouldn't leave anything of anyone to prove what he had done. He went through the process of framing Margot but when it came to killing her, he couldn't do it. Perhaps love or his conscience finally stepped in. Leon wasn't innocent but Margot was," Sweets explained.

"Well until she assaulted a Federal Psychologist. Maybe a few months in jail will help her work out her issues. Back to the shotgun and the fingerprints, all the Sheriff had to do was to remove Margot's existing fingerprints from the weapon, wipe it clean, and then make copies he could wear. The Robbery Unit caught a guy making fingerprints to trick biometric locks out of Jell-O," Booth shook his head.

"What some people will do. Well I'm going to go find some ice. See you later," Sweets gave a slight smile before getting up awkwardly and limping back to his office. Booth couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's expense. He was about to get back to the paperwork when his partner interrupted him.

"Booth, we need to talk," Brennan said entering his office without knocking. She closed the door and approached his desk.

"What's wrong Bones?" He asked, concerned by the look on her face.

"Caroline called. She said she has a weak case against Jay Moore and his lawyer says that he'll confess but only if I am there is listen to his confession," Brennan told him.

"What? And Caroline agreed?" Booth got up from his chair and walked around the desk to his partner.

"No, but she wants to make sure she gets him so that he doesn't get out of prison. I thought it wasn't a good idea to indulge Mr. Moore's sick fantasies but if this is the only way…" she trailed off. By the look on her face, Booth could tell she was seriously considering it.

"Let me talk to Caroline," he told her as he pulled her into his arms.

To Be Continued…