67. Slice
"One of you did it, so why doesn't the culprit just come forward and admit it, it'll save us all a lot of time."
Standing in front of the four suspects, Booth turned his gaze to each of the four, singling them out with a glare.
"You're all very quiet."
"I'm not saying anything without my lawyer present."
"Ah, the words of someone who has something to hide. Why don't you tell me where you were between ten and eleven am this morning?"
"Not without my lawyer."
"In other words you don't have an alibi. What about the rest of you?"
"I arrived at about 10:30, I didn't do it."
"That's right in the middle of our time of death window, bucko, you're still a suspect. You also have prior offences, all four of you do, which isn't much help."
"I didn't do it."
"Do you have an alibi?"
"I was playing video games."
"Can anyone verify that?"
"...No."
"So we're back to square one. I know—"
He was interrupted when the door opened.
"Booth? Why are the children handcuffed together?"
"One of them ate the last slice of pie, Bones!"
Simultaneously, the four denied the crime.
"None of them ate the last slice of pie, Booth."
"What? How'd you know?"
"I took it to the Jeffersonian and had it with lunch. Now, release the children, I got Thai for dinner, and for dessert a whole pie from the diner, okay?"
"You're the best, Bones, but I'm gunna have to punish you later for eating my pie."
"Daddddd!"