CHAPTER. Chapter 15. Who and What
DISCLAIMER. There are many things I own, but Bones is not one of them. All characters belong to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson and FOX.
AUTHOR'S NOTE. Pardon my lack of scientific knowledge and police procedural and scientific examination please. It probably seems lame compared to many others, but I'm trying my best here.
"So, are you sure we're not lost?" I asked Booth, as he drove down the street.
"No, we're not lost. I got these directions specifcally from my secretary. And she never makes a mistake regarding directions." He peered into the sideview mirror.
He pulled to a stop in front of a grey and white house. He looked at me with a grin. "See, I told you we weren't lost."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, after you passed by the same McDonalds five times." I stepped out of the car when he took the keys out of the ignition. He got out right after me.
"Whatever, Bones. Let's just get this over with."
We strolled along the bricked path to the front porch. It was a dark grey-coloured wood porch with a swing bench to our left. There were flowers planted on either side, each pot filled with a different coloured flower. Booth stopped me before I got the chance to ring the doorbell.
"Before you ring the doorbell, Bones, I just want to let you know that we will be talking to Trevor's cousin, Jack Forrester."
"Why aren't we talking to Trevor's parents first?" I asked. Aren't they the ones we would need to talk to first?
"His parents live in Australia. I doubt they would know anything. Besides, from their records, they haven't been out of Australia for two years now. Their last trip being Hawaii. Also, seeing Trevor doesn't have any other relations that I know of, other than his cousin, it would be the first person I would talk to correct?" He grinned.
"Yes. I suppose you are correct." I smiled, then rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened to whom I guessed was Jack Forrester. The man was as tall as Booth with almost the same build. Booth is definitely more handsome though...Booth has such a nice body...Brennan! Be professional right now, you're working!
"Hello. Who are you people?" the man asked.
"I"m Special Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI." He flipped his badge out. "And this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan. Are you Jack Forrester?"
He nodded. "Yes, I am. How may I help you?"
"We are here regarding the death of Trevor Friedman. Do you by any chance know him?" Booth asked.
"Oh my god. Trevor's dead?" Jack's eyes seemed to be twice the size from how it looked like five seconds ago.
"I take that you know him then," I replied.
"Yes. Of course I know him. He's my cousin. I can't believe he's dead. He was like my brother! Come on in." He gestured us inside to his house.
His house was decorated plainly with pale purple walls and pieces of furniture here and there. No specific design and layout. Just made it comfortable for himself to live in. If Angela saw this place she would freak out. She'll probably turn into his interior decorator.
"Please, sit. Make yourselves comfortable," Jack said, gesturing to his couch.
"Okay. If you don't mind, we have a few questions we would like to ask you," Booth told him, as we sat down.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"Well, for starters, when was the last time you saw or heard from Trevor?" Booth interrogated.
"About two weeks ago. He came over to borrow one of my DVDs." He crossed his arms across his chest.
"Do you know where Trevor worked or places he would go?"
"Well, he works at the bicycle shop at Carl's, just a couple of blocks from here, on the weekdays. On weekends, he sometimes comes over, but usually he's out partying or at home."
I glanced at Booth for a second and met his glance. He gave a slight nod.
Jack looked at both of us. "You think I killed him, don't you?!"
"Well, did you?" I questioned. Booth shot me a 'you had to say that, didn't you' look. I bit my lower lip, but pretended not to notice.
"What?! No! Of course I didn't kill him! Like I said, he was like my brother!"
"Who are you talking to Jack?" said a female voice.
A brunette, slim female, shorter than myself, came to the living room and sat next to Jack. Her hands wrapped around his left bicep. She looked up to him. By her actions and tone of voice, I would say that the woman was Jack's girlfriend, lover, or whatever they would call themselves.
"Shirley, Trevor...he's...dead," his voice faltered, as he explained the situation to her. Odd. He wasn't faltering when we were talking about the victim earlier.
Shirley covered her open mouth with her right hand and started crying. "Oh my god! Who would do such a thing? Trevor was always such a nice guy. No one would ever kill him!"
Her mascara ran from her bloodshot eyes down her cheek. "Excuse me." With that, she ran down the hall and out of sight.
"Now, if you have no further questions, I would like to get back to my girlfriend and make sure she is okay." Jack rubbed his hand over his face after he spoke.
"Okay. Thank-you Mr. Forrester. We'll contact you if we need any more informaton. We are sorry for your loss."
"Thank-you and you're welcome."
We turned around and walked down the steps back to the SUV. I heard the door close behind us. He seems like a lead suspect.
"He seems like a lead suspect," Booth said. How does that man do that?! He just reads my thoughts!
"Yes, he does," I said as I got into the passenger seat. "Are we going to Carl's?" My seatbelt clicked.
"Yeah. Maybe they'll give us more information." He pulled into drive.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hey Dr. Brennan. It's Cam. Listen, we found out what killed Trevor Friedman."
"Okay. Hold on, I'll put you on speaker phone." I pressed the speaker phone function on my cell phone and secured it in the cell phone holder.
"Okay, Cam, you can talk now," Booth said, as he turned a corner.
"We found trace evidence that the murder weapon used to kill our victim was a metal chain, like the ones you use for locking your bicycle to a pole or something. He was strangled to death."
"Well, that fits perfectly. Trevor works at a bicycle shop, someone there could have a grudge against him and killed him," Booth voiced.
"That is a possibility," I replied. "Thanks Cam, let us know if you guys find anything else."
"Will do, Dr. Brennan." The line fell silent.
Ding.
"How may I help you folks?" said a man behind a counter.
"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, this here is my--"
"His partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."
He shot me a glare, but I ignored it and continued. "We would--"
"Is this about Trevor?" the man asked.
"Yes, how do you know?" I replied with a question of my own.
"Well, Trevor has shown up to work for little over a week. I suspected he got another job, but I haven't even heard from him once. We were friends and it's not like him to not show up. I guessed he disappeared or he left the country."
"Mister, um..." Booth started, but the look of confusion on his face, showed that he didn't know the man's name.
"It's Carl Fisher."
"Okay, Carl. Trevor is dead."
"Oh my god. He's dead? What happened?" His voice seemed calm compared to Mr. Forrester's.
I started walking around the store to do some snooping, as Booth would call it. I was searching for a metal chain that could have been a murder weapon. I lost track of what Booth and Carl were discussing. The shop was stocked with bicycles of various sizes and a variety of parts and accessories. I walked down the aisle titled 'Bicycle Chains, Locks, and Bells', looking on either side of me. Who knew there were so many types of bells, locks and chains. I came across a few metal chains, five of them to be exact. I took out my blacklight and scanned across each chain. Blood. This is the murder weapon. I snapped on my pair of rubber gloves and carefully pulled the fourth chain off the hook. I proceeded in walking towards the two men.
"Booth." He turned to look at me. "I found the murder weapon." I held up the chain between my index and thumb.
He turned back to face Carl.
"Okay, Carl, you are under arrest for the murder of Trevor Friedman. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?" Booth said, as he placed handcuffs on Carl.
He nodded, as Booth lead him to the SUV.
A/N. Who do you think killed Trevor Friedman?
Free gift: A brand new bicycle. (Not from Carl's shop.)
Reviews?: Will help move this case along faster.