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Standing impatiently in front of Edwin Booth's tombstone, Booth noticed Max walking towards him, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Aware he was running late, Max waved at Booth and once he arrived at the grave, leaned over and placed his flowers next to the tombstone, "Sorry I'm late. I needed to wrap something up before I came."

Pointing at the flowers, Booth shook his head, "You didn't have to bring flowers, Max."

Shrugging his shoulders, the older man replied, "He deserves flowers once in a while, Booth. As horrible as he was he's dead and I want to show my respect to your family."

Turning to look at the surrounding area, Booth noticed a couple in the distance. "You weren't followed?"

Snorting, Max spoke derisively, "Please, I know what I'm doing. I've been playing this game longer than you've been alive. . . . Just out of curiosity why did you want to meet here? You and your old man weren't exactly on speaking terms when he died."

Glancing down at the tombstone, Booth sighed, "Because Pelant hacked into Sweets FBI files and he's using Sweets' notes and reports he kept on Bones and me. Pelant knows that I hate my father. This is the last place he'd ever expect to find me, so he won't look for me here, simple."

Agreeing, Max smiled, "Pelant may be a genius but he doesn't think outside the box. Not really. He doesn't have a way to monitor me very well and I intend to keep it that way. If there is anything you can do to contradict what he knows about you then you're better off. We have to keep doing the unexpected because I don't think he can plan for it."

His eyes roving around the cemetery, Booth asked, "Okay, why'd you want to meet me?"

Leaning against the tombstone of Booth's father, Max smiled, "Well, three weeks ago when you told me about how Pelant is monitoring everyone he's interested in with cameras from stores and streets and stuff like that . . . well it started me thinking. I thought about how he thinks he's such a genius and well it kind of hit me. Who watches the watcher?"

Puzzled, Booth replied, "He has ways to protect his computers and stuff, that's why we haven't been able to track him down. No one watches him because we don't know where to look."

Amused, Max shook his head, "I'm sure that's his attitude too. He's protected his computers from snoopers but I'm sure he doesn't believe that anyone is trying to watch him like he's watching us."

A little confused, Booth gloomily replied, "No one is watching him, Max. I told you, we don't know where he is."

Shaking his head, Max tried to be patient, "Booth, he doesn't always know where we are either. He uses cameras around the city to watch us. He can't monitor inside my apartment because I won't let him and I know how to avoid cameras when I want to or need to when I'm out and about. He's got a ego about the size of the state of Virginia. He's probably not trying to avoid cameras because he figures no one is looking. He probably thinks he's the only one clever enough to do what he's doing so he doesn't give a rats ass if he's being recorded or not. Well he should be because someone else is playing his game now."

Annoyed, Booth crossed his arms against his chest, "What do you mean? What did you do?"

Shifting his feet, Max glanced around, "Well, I think we've doing this all wrong. We shouldn't be trying to track down his computers to find out where he is. We should be trying to track down the man. That's how we'll find him. I hired the son of a friend of mine. He's a computer genius. He may not be a genius like Pelant but this kid is really remarkable when it comes to computers. I told him about Pelant and I asked him if he could find him and the kid may have come through for us."

Hopeful, Booth asked, "He found Pelant? How? Where is he?"

Holding his hands up, Max tried to calm Booth down, "Okay, just let me explain. Now, I told the kid how dangerous Pelant was and what he was capable of. I wanted to make sure he treated Pelant like the dangerous lunatic he is. I then told him about that psycho using cameras and lap tops and phones to monitor anyone he wants to. Roy, the kid, he told me that two could play that game and he'd start using the same method to try to find our guy. It took him a week to write a program that would allow him to do that and then he spent two weeks tracking down Pelant. . . . He found him. Well sort of."

Lowering his arms, Booth stepped forward, "Where is Pelant?"

Shaking his head, Max smiled grimly, "I said sort of Booth. Roy has narrowed down the search for us. Pelant is in Maryland. Roy has seen Pelant in Damascus, Germantown and Aspen Hill which are all in Maryland. The kid is still trying to pinpoint exactly where Pelant is but at least he's narrowed down the search for us."

Pursing his lips, Booth stared at the flowers lying on his father's grave. "Okay, that does help. Thanks."

Curious, Max asked, "How are you and Tempe doing? The last time I talked to her she didn't seem so depressed."

Smiling, Booth replied, "We're okay. I found a way to tell her, so she knows what's going on and she's being very patient. She found a way to fix things between us so that Pelant won't think I told her. God I love that genius brain of hers. She's not happy with what's going on but she trusts me, thank God."

Patting Booth's arm, Max smiled, "Good. I'm glad."

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Entering the Lab, Booth walked over to Angela's office and knocked on the door frame to catch her attention. "Hey you got a minute?"

Looking up from her computer, Angela asked frostily, "What are you doing here?"

Stepping into her office, Booth stopped and replied, "I have a job for you to do."

Coldly, she replied, "If I could tell you no, I would. You know that don't you?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth walked over to where the angry woman was standing, "I don't give a damn what you think about me, Angela. I need you to do your job." Handing her an envelope, Booth glanced at her computer and then back at the artist, "I'm searching for someone and I've been given a tip that might narrow down where he is. I have an instruction sheet inside the envelope too. I need you to read it before you begin your search."

Snorting, Angela took the envelope from Booth, "You're instructing me on how to do a search for someone? Really?"

Glowering at her, Booth snarled, "Read the damn sheet and do your job, Angela." Turning, Booth strode across the room and out the doorway.

Annoyed, Angela took the instruction sheet out of the envelope and read it. Surprised and a little afraid, she walked over to her shredder and shredded the document.

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