"Did you find anything?" Booth asked as soon as he entered the door. It seemed like it had been days already, but his watch showed it was just after four in the afternoon. If Bones was okay, she would call in less than three hours. But Booth knew if Angela's phone rang that evening, it would not be Bones on the other end.
"In the last ten minutes, no." Angela was concerned, but she wasn't quite ready to panic, yet. "I did manage to get her cell phone records already. The last tower her phone registered on was this one," she said, bringing up a map.
"Is that on the route she was supposed to take?"
Angela looked at the map, made eye contact with Booth, and made a decision. "No, this is nowhere near the route she was taking to Boston."
"Boston?" Booth echoed, reaching into his pocket for a coin to flip nervously. "What was in Boston?"
"It's more about what wasn't there, Sweetie,"Angela explained gently.
Realizing she meant him, Booth grabbed the coin from mid-air and squeezed it in his fist. "She was going to get away from me."
"Well, yeah," Angela confirmed. "Doesn't it seem a little sinful for you to be this concerned about her when you are still with Hannah? If Brennan isn't hurt, she's going to be pissed that you did this."
"You don't believe me?" Booth asked, realizing his right leg had stopped aching for the first time in hours. Somehow that scared him more than the vision had.
"I once saved my friend in the desert when nothing more than her image walked in front of me. If anyone believes in visions, it's me."