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Knocking on Brennan's office door frame, Detective Simmons leaned in the office. "Hey, Dr. Brennan . . . got a minute or two?"

Pleased to see the detective, Brennan closed her file on her laptop and motioned for him to enter the room. "Yes, of course."

Walking across the room, the detective sat down across from Brennan's desk and cross his legs. "I thought you might like to know what happened with my interview with Richard Collier."

Eager to hear about it, Brennan leaned forward on her desk. "Yes, of course."

Pulling out his notebook from his jacket pocket, Simmons frowned. "Okay . . . when Richard Collier was 22 years old he told his father that once he'd obtained his degree in teaching he planned to enter the seminary. He planned to move out of the state and he'd never see his father again. Apparently his father had been abusing him for years and James Collier thought he could still control his son with a fist. He beat the hell of Richard and told him he wasn't going to let him become a priest. Richard suffered a broken arm and two fingers. What James Collier didn't count on was Richard telling the Emergency Room physician what his father had done to him. Richard had never told anyone about his father's abuse and James thought it would still continue. After Richard spilled the beans at the hospital, the doctor at the ER called the cops. When the police arrived at the hospital, James had already left. The police spent the next couple of days looking for him, but they couldn't find him. Richard let the police know that his father owned a boat and when they checked into it they found out that James had taken his boat out of the marina the night his son was taken to the ER. His boat was eventually found abandoned in Chesapeake Bay. Everyone assumed that he fell overboard and drowned."

Done with his notes, he placed his notebook back in his pocket and continued. "Richard Collier contacted the bank and told them that he wasn't going to continue to pay the mortgage on the house. He was entering the priesthood and he didn't need or want the house. The bank refused to take the house back, so Richard had a huge garage sale, sold everything in his house, but some of his clothes and books and once the house was empty, he cleaned it up, locked the doors and walked away. The bank got the message after a few mortgage payments didn't come in, so after three months, they took it back." Snorting Simmons shook his head. "Not like they had a choice, the idiots."

Shaking his head, Simmons shifted his foot back onto the floor. "So, anyway, I talked to Richard about his great Aunt and he told me that she had been living with them for six months when he came home from school one day and he found out she was gone. His father told him that she'd moved out that morning. His father was home which I guess was unusual and he was closing in the doorway with dry walling between the kitchen and the living room. He told his son that it wasn't necessary to have two doors from the kitchen to the rest of the house and they could use the space for a kitchen table. The boy never questioned it . . . From what I can figure out, he didn't dare question either of his parents about anything without risking a beating. So anyway, the boy didn't know his great-aunt was in the wall. I felt sorry for him. He cried when I told him about finding Cora in the house. He threw up too. I guess he really loved that old lady. He thought she hadn't contacted him because of his parents. They were major control freaks."

Disappointed, Brennan stared intently at the police detective. "So we really don't know what happened to James Collier. The police assumed that he died in a fishing accident, but it seems too much of a coincidence to me that he died when the police were searching for him."

In agreement, Detective Simmons nodded his head. "Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that's wrong. I was wondering if I could get Angela to look into that and see if she can find any trace of James Collier? I don't believe that bastard is dead either."

Leaning back on her chair, Brennan smiled. "I'll talk to Angela when she gets back from maternity leave. If James Collier is still alive, she'll find him."

"I plan on talking to Jenny Collier soon." Seeing the questioning look on Brennan's face, Simmons explained, "Jenny is Richard's mother. I don't know if it will do any good. She's been living in an institution for the last 24 years. She's mentally unstable from what Richard told me. He hasn't see her since he was 22 years old. He told me that he visited her and told her that her husband was dead. She paid him back by slapping him and calling him a liar. He never went back to see her. Who could blame him?"

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Entering the house, Booth saw Max sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hey, did they finish?"

Max turned off the TV and stood up to face his son-in-law. "Yeah, they left an hour ago." Spying his daughter coming through the door, Max waved. "Hey Honey. The shelves are done. The carpenter said he's going to send you the bill tomorrow."

Closing the door behind her, Brennan walked over to where her father was standing and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Dad for being here while the work was being done."

Pleased to be of help, he returned her kiss. "Any time, Honey, just ask. I went down and looked at the shelves and I have to say they look really nice. That back wall of shelves looks great and I really like that they're made of oak. I was going to start unpacking Booth's boxes, but I decided not to. He might have a system or something."

Amused, Booth walked over to the stairs leading to the basement and looked back. "Yeah, it's called random." Walking down the stairs using his cane as an aide, his hand carefully holding the railing, he entered the family room and admired the new shelving. Calling up to Brennan, Booth informed her, "It looks good." Walking over to his boxes, he started to unpack.

Max and Brennan following Booth down stairs, walked over to the boxes and started to open them. Pulling out different items, each started to fill up the shelves along with Booth. Working quietly, they emptied boxes for an hour until Booth's stomach gurgled. Laughing, he stopped and patted his stomach. "Okay, I'm hungry. Let me order some Chinese and have it delivered."

Continuing to empty boxes, Brennan acknowledged her husband. "Alright."

Hungry himself, Max raised his hand. "Make sure you order some roast pork mai fun. I love that stuff."

Waving his hand, Booth pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his contacts. Finding the Panda Inn, he placed his order and put the phone back in his pocket. "It'll be here in twenty minutes."

Still moving things out of boxes, Brennan stood on a small ladder she'd retrieved from the closet in the laundry room and started placing items on the top shelves. "I think we should be done in another hour."

Pleased that his collectibles were finally out of boxes, Booth stopped to admire the camera he held in his hand. Holding it up, he smiled. "Do you remember this? I found this in that garage sale a couple months before my brain surgery."

Solemnly Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, I remember, you were quite pleased to find it."

Rubbing his hands over the lens cap, Booth smiled at the memory. "They sold it to me for ten dollars. They couldn't get film for it so they didn't want it anymore. What a dumb reason to get rid of it. They're loss was definitely my gain."

Amused, Max looked at the slowly filling shelves. "You sure have a lot of junk."

Outraged, Booth snarled, "Junk? What the hell are you talking about? I don't own any junk. All of this stuff is valuable."

Holding up his hands in a placating manner, Max shook his head. "Alright . . . alright. Not junk. Sorry . . . you have a lot of stuff."

Irritated, Booth placed the camera on a shelf and pulled out another camera. "I collect stuff. It's all good stuff too."

Rolling his eyes, Max pulled a bowling trophy from another box. "Yeah, I can see that."

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While they were eating dinner, Booth mentioned to his wife, "I guess we can plan the party now. I was thinking about having a Halloween party, but I guess that's out the window now. We need to wait until Angela is ready to leave her baby and she gets back from maternity leave before we have the party. Since she won't be back until November then we'll probably have to consider a Thanksgiving dinner or something like that."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan swallowed her bite of food before answering. "If that's what you want then that will be alright with me. Do you wish to cater it?"

Thinking about it Booth nodded his head. "Yeah that might be a good idea. That way we won't be pressured to do all the cooking."

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