Booth walked back into Angela's office a little after eight. One look at her face told him what he needed to know. "She didn't call."
Angela shook her head. "Cam showed up a little while ago so I filled her in. She's back in her office making some phone calls."
Booth's attention was drawn to the map. "There's more here than when I left."
"Hodgins had an idea," Angela explained. "We took all the cell phone data and plotted it on the map. Main and secondary roads are there as well. Using that, we've narrowed it down to three roads we think Brennan could have been on before the signal was lost."
A couple clicks and those roads appeared on the map, traced in bright yellow. "None of them are anywhere near civilization," Angela pointed out.
"What the hell is she doing out there?" Booth asked in frustration.
"Hiking," Cam said, coming in behind them. "This part of the state is criss-crossed with hiking trails. Brennan likes to be outdoors. She always went on those crazy digs in far off places. My guess would be she's hiking."
"Off trail, or someone would have found her by now," Booth concluded. He shook his head. "Where's her logic now?" Booth wondered aloud. When no one answered, he looked over at Cam, and his eyes widened. "Where are you coming from?"
Cam looked down at the fancy dress and high heels. Finally, she shrugged. "I was at a party to honor a patron of the Jeffersonian when Angela called. I left as soon as I could make my excuses."
"Thanks, Cam," Booth said.
"Don't thank me, yet," Cam responded coolly. "Thank me after we find her."