- No, no, don't answer it. - Oh, it's probably the publicist for my book.
Shh.
Pretend it's the ocean.
See that? God loves us.
- She'll keep calling. - You hate publicity.
It's part of my contract. The book's getting a lot of attention. I'm just trying to do my job.
Hello? Hi, Ellen.
Of course, you did look hot on The View. I think Rosie had a little thing for you.
That seems like a lot.
Well, it's two interviews and a book signing in one day.
I don't know about Tuesday.
Just, um, send the schedule to the Jeffersonian.
We'll discuss it then. OK. I'll see you. I'm leaving right now.
This is something you don't see in the publishing house.
- Oh, dear Lord. - The jelly oozing out turns into the ootheca.
You smell that? Yeah.
- Sorry I'm late. - Oh, thank God. Hank.
Your book is on the bestsellers list. You don't have to work in this place any more.
This is my real love, Ellen.
I know a therapist, dear, who can really help you.
OK. Um, the reading and the book signing are this Wednesday night.
- Hank has arranged transportation. - A car will pick you up here.
The radio interview on Tuesday is early. Tell Hank what you'd like for breakfast.
- That's not necessary. - Don't worry. That's what Hank is for. Right?
Sure. I wanted to tell you, Dr Brennan, I'm a huge fan. I thought this book is even better...
- As far as your photo shoot... - They found a floater in the marina.
My partner, Seeley Booth. This is my book publicist, Ellen, and her assistant Hank.
Now I see why Temperance writes those dirty little scenes in her books.
- That's not me. Not me. No. - It's not him.
Right. You must let me get you that therapist's number, dear.
- No. She's got someone. - Booth!
It's nothing to be ashamed of. He is short.
He's not short. Just because he's not freakishly tall like you.
You said you had remains for me to examine?
- Right. Come on. Let's go. - Thanks for the schedule, Ellen.
- So, is it just me or is this kind of weird? - What?
In your new book, they found a body at the marina.
- You read my book? - Of course.
A guy docking a boat thought he saw a dead fish floating in the water.
Ended up being a decomposed hand. The dive crew located the body.
- You had time to read my book? - You have time to write, I have time to read.
Besides, you can't avoid the damn thing. Your book is everywhere.
OK, bring it up.
- Booth, look. - Yeah?
Wait. Body on the anchor?
Yeah. Tied to the chain. Body's not tied with rope.
- The diver said they used... - Red tape.
How'd you know?
Because that's how I wrote it.
The victim was male, mid-40s. Estimated time of death is five days ago.
Only five days? This is an extreme rate of decomp.
Blue crab season. They'll feed on anything, dead or alive. Vegetation, fish, flesh...
Opportunistic little bastards.
Elliptical wound on the frontal bone with a reverse bevelling. He was shot.
- Is there a bullet? - No. Irregular exit wound on the occipital.
Looks like a through and through.
Dr Brennan, exactly how similar is this situation to your book?
The victims in my book are bound and gagged with red tape, shot,
and then fed to various animals.
- Cheery. - I loved the symbolism of the red tape.
- Perfect way to dispose of bureaucrats. - Thank you.
The first body in the book is tied to an anchor and dropped in a marina.
- I prefer not to jump to conclusions. - I don't think it requires a jump.
Just a little hop. A little teeny...
In this lab, we are concerned with science, not fiction.
This is a sketch based on tissue markers on the skull.
PCBs and lead found in the collagen mean the victim's from the north of the Chesapeake.
Probably outside Annapolis.
- Did you have to whisper that in my ear? - Just seemed right.
OK, check the image against the DMV photos from Maryland.
Bones.
- How you holding up? - What do you mean? Fine.
- It's understandable if you're upset. - It's probably a coincidence.
- Hey. How's it going? - What are you doing here?
- I heard we had a copycat killer. - That hasn't been established.
- I got it covered here. - Two hands are better than one, Booth.
Well, last time I looked, I have two hands. See? Thanks.
Testosterone spill on aisle four.
We don't know that my book is the cause. What we do know is...
Someone died exactly the way described in your book.
- Do you keep any of your old fan mail? - No. I don't read it.
- The publicist deals with all that. - Why are you asking?
- I'm in charge of this investigation. - I was a profiler for two years.
I have a lot of experience. This could be someone showing what a big fan he is
or someone trying to get close to her - too close.
- I don't need to be protected. - Yes, you do.
Look, you still call the shots. I just think I'd be an asset to the team.
OK, fine. We send all the fan mail to Sully in his office.
- I'll call Ellen. - We could be dealing with a real sicko.
Jim Lopata.
Not the sicko. The sicko's victim.
43, married, no kids, from Glen Burnie, outside of Annapolis.
- So your husband never called you? - I thought, uh...
He was supposed to be on a business trip.
And you haven't seen him since last Tuesday?
Oh, no. His trips...
He worked so hard, morning till night, driving hundreds of miles.
Greg, did you and your sister's husband get along?
- Well enough. - Mm.
Any idea if he had, you know, any enemies?
Wouldn't come as a shock. Jim liked to drink. He could turn into a real jerk sometimes.
We were working through it.
- Right. - Greg.
I'm sorry. But part of me thinks you're better off, Connie.
Are you better off, Mrs Lopata?
How can you say that? My husband's dead.
Of course. I'm sorry.
Just one more thing. I realise this is gonna sound a little strange.
But do either of you two read mystery novels?
- What the hell's this got to do with anything? - Just answer him, Greg.
Greg likes them. Why?
It's just something I gotta ask.
The tape preserved particulate matter present on the body before it was dumped.
- Hair? Other goodies that can give us DNA? - No. But I did find sand.
The victim was in the ocean. Lot of sand there.
Sediment doesn't match. The sand came from someplace else.
OK. Try to locate the source. What about the tape itself? Composition? Brand?
- Working on it. - Cool.
- Do you plan on reading Dr Brennan's book? - What? Of course. I only...
I bought it... You know, it's on a pile. I'm waiting...
No, I don't. Please don't tell her.
It's just after dealing with murder all day, I can't go home and read about it for kicks.
So for kicks, you read?
Feminist trash. You know, woman finds her power, leaves her oppressive husband,
discovers fulfilment with an artist who can cry and make love like an animal.
- So, sex books? - Pretty much, yeah.
Hm.
Let me know if you find any organics on that tape.
- Is the FBI aware of the situation? - What do you mean?
Booth and Sully are working the case.
I meant the other murders in your book. The marina victim is the first of three.
Let's please concentrate on the remains, Zack.
It's just the later dumpsites are far less specific. How could the FBI prevent?
Because we're the good guys. Don't forget that. Possible motive for Lopata's murder.
- Connie Lopata's medical records? - Check out the ER visits.
Broken rib, concussion, severe bruising...
- Someone was abusing her. - Her husband.
So the wife's brother Greg knew about it and killed the husband to protect his sister.
Made it look like a copycat.
The red tape is a thermosetting silicon adhesive with glass-cloth backing.
Secures materials under high temperatures. Used for electrical applications.
Is this Greg person an electrician?
He's a baggage handler at Reagan Airport.
- But glass tape is used on aircraft, too. - To secure cargo holds.
- He hit her. - You wanted to protect her.
She's my sister. Of course I did.
I tried to get her to leave him. But she was so... I don't know. It was messed up.
- So you handled things your own way? - Meaning what? I killed him?
No way. I'm not saying I didn't want him dead, but I never touched him.
I swear on my mother's grave.
Sorry, but that particular oath is no longer recognised in a court of law.
If you're charging me with something...
Where were you last Wednesday when your brother-in-law was killed?
In the mountains. I went camping.
I'm assuming you were alone?
There were other people at the campground...
You know what? Just stay close. Don't go anywhere anytime soon. All right, Greg?
- Booth. - Yeah?
- Did you see his right hand? - Sure. Not really. Why?
His third and forth phalanges are fused. Greg has syndactyly.
Syndactyly, of course. Is that relevant?
It could indicate other birth defects, things that might affect his range of motion.
- Would he be able to shoot a gun? - What?
If his fingers were fused like that, would he be able to pull the trigger?
- Yes. I don't see why not. - OK. That's good enough for me.
If it's not him, Booth... There are two other murders in the book.
I know.
Hank.
- What are you doing here? - Ellen said you needed all your old fan mail.
Plus, she needs a half-caf soy latte every day at ten.
A half-caf soy latte with a dollop of foam and a sprinkle of chocolate shavings every day...
- I'm looking for an Agent Sullivan. - Oh, yeah. He's down the hall in his office.
Booth.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
Someone broke in Saturday night. Store is closed Sundays and Mondays.
Clerk comes in this morning, gets an eyeful of this.
Isn't this how you kill the second victim in your book?
Yeah.
- Sadie Keller, 28. Lived in Chevy Chase. - That was fast. Her face was chewed off.
Aside from bite marks on her parietal and sphenoid bones,
the skull was intact enough for Angela to do a facial reconstruction.
Sadie Keller. Recently married Ashton Keller, 29.
- No work history. Went to fancy schools. - She was rich.
Right. So we got a dead travelling salesman and a prep-school socialite.
- What's the connection? - Not Greg Braley. His story checks out.
He was camping the night Lopata was killed. Two rangers recognised him.
The only connection is the tape and that they were both fed to animals.
- So we're back to me. - No. Your book.
Well, I can only deal with what's before me. Two discrete cases, physical evidence.
I know it's probably easier for you to believe that the cases aren't linked.
No. There is nothing that would make the loss of two lives easier for me, Booth.
- I'm sorry... - I'm not burying my head in the sand!
I want to catch whoever did this as much as you guys do. But I have a method.
And the method doesn't change. I'll be back in my lab.
- She wasn't this emotional before you. - I thought you weren't interested.
Look, I don't need that, OK? Believe me. I'm gonna go talk to Sadie Keller's husband.
And why don't you just go back to your office there and sort through the fan mail, all right?
Got some Phaenicia sericata stuck in the tape. Means she's been dead less than two days.
Rats sure made quick work of her. So all the victims in Dr Brennan's book got eaten?
It was a metaphor. The victims were corrupt politicians who fed on the people's goodwill.
I got it. Lots of gore with a splash of social commentary. No wonder it's a bestseller.
Ooh. Good. Lots of tissue left over here.
- There's no exit wound. - So we've got a bullet?
I don't see it. The tissue was too badly scavenged.
But if the bullet was still inside Sadie Keller when her body was dumped in the cage...
We need to x-ray us some rodents.
- She was supposed to be visiting a friend. - And when she didn't return your call?
I just assumed that...
She was very independent. Still kind of wild.
I mean, she was used to getting whatever she wanted.
Like what?
Let's just say she wasn't the wifely type.
And since she had all the money, she thought she could, uh...
You know.
Do you know any of the men she might have been seeing?
I didn't wanna know. I just wanted it to blow over. I...
I loved her.
And I know that sounds pathetic.
But I just loved her.
Forgive me, Mr Keller, but you stand to inherit
quite lot of money from your wife, don't you?
Yes, I do. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you suspect me.
But I was out of town the night Sadie disappeared.
I'm gonna need the details.
- Of course. - Yeah.
Sadie meant everything to me, Agent Booth. And I know she loved me.
Whatever happened, she did.
I know that.
They're cute... for rodents.
Well, don't grow too attached. These little guys are destined to be snake snacks.
But now that we've confiscated them, shouldn't they be safe? They're witnesses.
It's not like they know sign language, Angela.
I developed a more efficient method for killing rats for dissection.
It involved a warm dish of water and the clever use of a ball-peen hammer.
- Zack... - Uh! Found something.
Wow. Now what?
Warm water soothes them like a bubble bath. Then...
Can't we just wait until nature takes its course?
Do you have any idea how tight a rat's rectum is?
- Please tell me you don't. - Locate the ammo thief?
We're debating the method of bullet retrieval.
I fed them all a mixture of extra-strength laxative and soft-tissue dilator.
So... shouldn't be long now.
She fed all of them laxatives?
I need to go to my office.
Lunchtime!
- I'm not hungry. - Come on. It's meatball, the perfect food.
- Shouldn't you be working? - I looked at the fan mail
and gave the likely candidates to Booth to check out.
I'm busy cataloguing injuries the two victims suffered.
Hey, I am on your side, Tempe. I know what you're going through.
OK, what?
What, Sully? What am I going through?
OK.
You feel responsible, that if you didn't write that book, those two people would be alive.
And you're terrified cos you know that someone else dies in the book.
- I don't put much credence in psychology. - Neither do I.
I'm basing this on knowing you well, knowing how much you care about your work.
If trivialising it in the book caused this, then... But it doesn't work like that, Tempe.
The murders would have happened whether the book was written or not.
The method might be different, is all.
Right. Now, if you only believed that.
You don't know me as well as you think.
We're just having a fling, so don't get carried away.
When you can't stop thinking about someone when they're not around, that's not a fling.
When you remember their touch like they were still next to you.
If you need to be alone with this, fine. But we both know what we have.
We have the bullet.
The bullet was jacketed, showing little deformity.
You've compared it with both victims' wounds?
Lack of shattering around the exit wound suggests a jacketed projectile.
And Angela's rendering also matches the bullet we recovered from the rat.
Zack... Hey, Bones. I thought you and Sully were having lunch.
I'm not hungry. Zack thinks both victims were shot using the same gun.
You said Ashton Keller was getting a large inheritance?
Right. But his alibi is airtight. He was in Maine at a charity golf tournament.
So much for that theory.
- What about the red tape? - The same.
Same gun, same tape. No relationship between victims.
We're dealing with a serial killer. He's just picking random targets.
Serial killers have a pattern of killing.
The first victim has defensive wounds, including a fractured manubrium
and trauma to the temporal bone. There was a struggle before he died.
- What about the second victim? - Nothing. Only the gunshot.
- Did you have something to show me? - Oh, new suspect.
Sully narrowed the mail down to people most likely to act in obsessive, dangerous ways.
But look who I found, huh?
- Your No.1 fan. - Oliver. I haven't seen him in a while.
The guy who stalked you when we started working together.
He'd come to all my readings, follow me around.
Says here your publicist gives his picture to security guards at every signing.
- Must be why I haven't seen him. - It's time for me to see
what our buddy Oliver has been up to lately.
Oliver, you home?
- Who is it? - It's an old friend.
Special Agent Booth. You work with Dr Brennan. Why are you here?
Well, somebody loves Dr Brennan's new book just a little too much.
And since you're such a big fan...
Oh, OK!
- You know what? Not a good idea, Oliver. - Go away!
All right. You know, this is probable cause. I'm gonna give you five seconds.
Oliver?
- Five, four... - I didn't do anything!
...three, two, one!
Oh, my shrink is gonna be pissed.
- I didn't do anything. - Of course you didn't.
- Come on. Yeah. - Ow!
Sick.
Let's go.
It was just a game. OK?
- Then why'd you slam the door in my face? - I'm not stupid. I heard about the murders.
- And I knew you wouldn't understand CRP. - CRP?
Creative role playing.
Sometimes I like to pretend. I act out scenes from my favourite books.
Exactly how far do these games of yours go, Ollie?
You ever get tired of playing with your dolls? Maybe try acting it out on other people?
Dr Brennan's book signing's tonight. I wanted to see her again.
- Let's stay on point here, Ollie. - I am on point. I want to see Dr Brennan.
This isn't like going to see Santa.
It's more like the principal's office, you see. I'm in charge. I call the shots.
- Did you read her new book, Agent Booth? - Why do you care?
Merely wondering if you know how many victims are in it.
What's this about, Ollie?
I wanna see Dr Brennan...
Santa.
Sully asked Booth to double security for my book reading.
Hot.
No. I don't need that kind of hot.
- Being treated like a damsel in distress. - Sully cares about you. It's a good thing.
We've only been seeing each other for a month. He doesn't know me, not really.
And if he does, he won't like you?
I've already given up too much to him. This one or this one?
- This one. - OK.
Most relationships end badly. I think it's important to be reasonable, to stay in control.
Don't use your brain so much, sweetie.
You have other organs that can give you far more pleasure.
I'm just saying that the odds are not in favour of lasting relationships.
Look, it might end with Sully, sure.
But I don't think you want to rush the process. Look at Hodgins and I.
We're running on sex and laughing.
The only thought comes when we order takeout in bed.
- And you're happy? - We did it in the storage locker an hour ago.
I am thrilled.
- Cam? I have a book signing tonight. - Oh. Right. You think that's safe?
There haven't been any threats on my life.
No threats on these victims, either.
Is that the soft-tissue sample from the second victim?
Sadie Keller. Found something irregular.
Oxygen levels in the blood were low. I think she was unconscious before she was killed.
That explains the lack of a struggle. But there was no evidence of a head injury.
My guess is drug induced. I'm about to run a tox screen.
Why would the killer render this victim unconscious?
It doesn't follow. Serial killers are consistent.
Wow. New dress code? Cos I didn't get the memo.
OK, the sand I collected from the first victim, it's from feldspathic rock.
- But that's widely occurring, right? - Right.
60% of the Earth's crust is composed of feldspar.
- So this is no help to us? - Actually, it is.
These particles are way too fine to have occurred naturally. This is manufactured.
- Hi, Booth. - Can we trace the manufacturer?
I've requested samples from every quarry in DC to see if that narrows it down.
- I'll be right there. - Hey, be careful tonight.
I'm not going to the signing yet. Booth has a suspect.
Serial killers like to boast about their crimes. You might be able to get him to open up.
- You don't have to talk to him. - I'm not afraid.
- I'm not saying you are. I'm just... - I'll be back.
She'll be back. That means...
Everything with you two, uh?
You know what? Never mind.
Wow. It's like you dressed up just to see me again.
I can assure you, Oliver, that's not the case.
But that's what it feels like to me.
Did you kill those people, Oliver?
I can't answer that yet. I want to talk awhile first.
The dead bodies, is it true? Did they really get eaten like in the book?
Yes, they did.
I knew it. Some of the Brennanites were sceptical that the deaths were realistic.
- But I told them. - "Brennanites"?
- Brennanites? - Murder-mystery chat-room members.
All members identify themselves with their favourite author.
I'm a Brennanite, of course. But there are also Patterstonians and Graftonatas.
OK, Oliver, I understand. What did you tell them?
That you couldn't make those things up. Everything you write is based in fact.
- It could really happen. - Oliver, I want to talk about the murders.
You look... so beautiful.
- Maybe I could get a picture of us together. - The murders, Oliver.
I know you just dismiss me as another fan,
but once you get to know me, you'll realise I'm an interesting man.
No touching, Oliver.
- OK. End of interview. - Seems like a good call.
- Let's go. - No. We want to be alone.
You blew it. You can sit in a cell until you're ready to talk.
Wait, don't leave yet. Not yet!
- OK. - Oh! My nose.
See? I can take care of myself.
Yeah, you'd better watch it, dude.
Oh, my God. There's so much...
- He faints at the sight of blood. - He has vasovagal syncope.
No way he's the killer. He just wanted your attention.
We're back to square one. The book is the only connection to these murders.
It's sold 400,000 copies already.
- That's a big pool of people to question. - I'm going to my reading.
There's potentially one more victim. You should cancel.
What? The killer's not after me, Sully.
If he is using the book, that makes me the object of these actions, not the target.
- I mean, you're the profiler, right? - I'm just trying to help.
You got yourself assigned to this case because of me!
Absolutely. You're gonna give me more crap now because I care about you?
- I'll be over here making a few calls. - Do you think she should go alone?
No. But there's other stuff going on here. I don't wanna get involved.
- You agreed with him. You are involved. - So let Booth take you. It won't be personal.
- Fine. - Fine.
Fine.
Oh, my God. Ellen is going be so upset you didn't take the car.
It's OK. I wanted to go with Booth. You're not gonna get in trouble.
- Man, you're shaking. Are you OK? - I'm fine. It's my fault.
I'm diabetic and I have not had time to eat. And Ellen's not here yet.
- Do you have any food? Candy? - Yeah.
I have a half-eaten chocolate bar... Whoa!
Here, eat. You need the sugar. Where's Ellen?
I don't know. She went home two hours ago to change her clothes.
Left me to handle everything. There was a riot over the seating.
- Did you call her? - Who? Ellen? I can't.
She left her BlackBerry, as usual, for me to answer, so I would actually be calling myself.
This is not like her. She's never late.
I'll send a car by her place to check things out.
Thanks. I'll go in and get them ready for you. Use the back entrance to avoid the nuts.
The candy is... a little linty, but... thank you.
- Linty? Linty? - He's diabetic.
Quite a line of people there. A lot of fans, Bones.
All right, hold it right there. FBI. Hands in the air.
I just wanted an autograph.
OK, just wait till the doc gets inside. OK, pal?
- I'm sorry! - Was that necessary?
- You gonna come at me like you did Sully? - What is that supposed to mean?
Not to stick my nose into your bedroom, but I've known Sully a long time.
- And believe me, he's one of the good guys. - I know Sully.
And I know you. Somebody gets close, you push them away.
- You're taking your therapy too seriously. - Maybe, maybe not. Come on, let's go.
What?
What the hell is that?
No.
Booth, they're fire ants. Just like the book.
The third body.
OK, there it is. All right.
Careful. Booth, don't let them get on you.
Oh, God. It's Ellen.
- Be careful with fire ants. They're dangerous. - I think the victim would agree with you.
I asked them to pull the book, but according to my contract, I can't.
Sales are increasing because of the murders.
It's sick. These are real people, not characters.
Just remember, at the end of your books, Kathy Reichs always gets the murderer.
- How long will it take? - As long as it takes.
Introducing fire ants into the ecosystem would be devastating.
- What about the crime scene? It was covered. - I had to fight fire with fire.
- Or in this case, fire ants with fire. - Meaning?
I had to scorch it. Used a flame-thrower.
- It was like Ghostbusters. - We get the idea. Thanks.
The bullet hole is visible now around the C2 vertebra. Close range.
Each shot in a different part of the body.
Very unusual for someone who executes his victims.
Data retrieval went through Ellen's BlackBerry.
Found a text-messaging address used only once, about six months ago.
Former work number of Ashton Keller, Sadie Keller's husband.
Wait. Our third victim knew our second victim's husband?
Maybe Ashton Keller was fooling around with Ellen.
Well, he was a good-looking young guy. She was a scary publicist.
No accounting for taste.
I'll see what the publicist's assistant knows. They always cover for their bosses.
Let's hope. I'll look for any other connections between Ashton and our first victim.
OK.
Hey, how's Brennan holding up?
- Why don't you ask her yourself? - I'm not sure she's receptive right now.
Listen, don't let her bully you into leaving, man. All right?
Yeah.
I woke up this morning and picked up her cleaning like always.
Stupid, huh? I just... I can't get used to the fact that she's not here any more.
- You need a candy bar or something? - No. I'm OK. Thanks.
- Is it the same person who killed the others? - We don't know yet.
When she didn't show up, I should have driven back to get her.
Was she having an affair?
She had...
lovers.
Women. I don't know why she was so secretive in this day and age,
but I was the only person in the office who knew.
- Did she know Sadie Keller? - The other victim? Were they?
- Think of anything that connects them... - Of course.
I'll go through my old records and date books.
Great. Thanks.
The ridging is almost identical.
The third bullet was shot from the same barrel as the first two.
- Same glass-cloth tape used on body No.3. - So why are all the attacks different?
The first victim, Jim Lopata, showed signs of a physical attack before he was shot.
- Look at the angle of the gunshot. - Through the forehead.
The second victim, Sadie Keller, shows no sign of a struggle, as if she were drugged.
- The toxicology screen came back negative. - Shot through the heart.
Like the killer didn't want her face blown off.
Ellen was shot at close range in the back of the neck.
- I've never seen a pattern like that. - It's not a pattern.
I think there were three separate killers.
- Any more leads off the third vic? - I'm working on it.
The publicist was shot in the neck. Brennan thinks we have three killers.
- That's a coincidence. - Or a conspiracy.
She sounded pretty certain. I trust her when she's calm and relaxed.
I'll remember that. So, the text message. Ellen Laskow writes Ashton Keller.
Comes clean about her and Sadie. Ashton is enraged.
- It was Hank. - The assistant? What about him?
He said that he always carried Ellen's BlackBerry.
- So maybe it wasn't Ellen who knew Ashton. - That's right.
It was Hank.
Sand found on the first body was distributed by the Irving Company of West Virginia.
Used by country clubs nationwide. There's only a few clubs in this area, though.
- Why do country clubs need sand? - For golf courses.
We have three killers who know each other, using your book so it looks like one person.
- What are we talking about? - Motive.
Victim one was beating his wife. Second victim left her money to her lazy husband.
Victim three is Ellen, who seemed lonely. So...
Don't try the psychological stuff. It's not a pretty sight.
Ellen was hated by Hank, who was also next in line for her job.
- Hey, good work, Hodgins. - Thanks.
So our suspects agreed to kill for each other so they'd each have an alibi?
So all I need from you people is some proof, OK?
- Oh, is that all? - Wait.
Sand. Didn't you say that Ashton Keller was a big golfer?
Yeah. He plays nine holes at least every day at the Rockville Country Club.
Rockville Country Club. The only golf course in Maryland that gets their sand from Irving.
OK. So if Ashton killed Jim, that would mean Hank killed Sadie.
- What do we know about Hank? - Not much.
Hard-working, smart, diabetic...
Diabetic. That's it.
Cam! Cam!
The killer injected Sadie with enough insulin to render her unconscious.
- A diabetic, Hank has easy access to insulin. - Why didn't that show on the tox screen?
Insulin naturally occurs in the body. We were looking for analgesics and depressants.
What about the third body - Ellen's?
The tape and the ants did a great deal of damage to the epidermis.
It's been difficult to get a narrative of the injuries.
Hey. What's that?
Cam is going to examine the body with an ultraviolet lens, see if that gives us anything.
The lens only allows UV wavelengths of less than 400 nanometres.
That way we can see bruises and injury patterns that are normally invisible.
OK. You have fun with that. Oh.
- Booth. - Long bruise there.
As if the killer had his arm around her neck.
And these marks on the arms...
they look like handprints.
Like her killer grabbed her repeatedly all along her arms.
The hands. May I?
Sully got a connection between the killers.
- Which is? - That Brennanite chat room,
the FBI tech squad traced the screen names.
Greg Braley, Ashton Keller, Hank Belden - they're all members.
Look.
Syndactyly on the right hand. We can link Greg Braley to Ellen Laskow's death.
All three murders linked forensically to one of the three suspects. Not bad.
- What are you waiting for? Get the bad guys. - That's a good idea. I'll do that.
# I've been waitin' on the fault line
# Let the needle take me on
# I'll be standing with my dyin' bell
# If you care to come along
# Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door
# Racin' from the risin' tide to my father's door
# Racin' with the risin' tide to my father's door
Tell you something - the sales of your book are gonna skyrocket after this.
Our ending is a lot better than the one I wrote in the book.
What? Are you kidding me? Kathy Reichs and the FBI guy in the back of the AMG?
- The arrest. - Oh, yeah. There's that.
- Sully. - You really should apologise.
You were really ragging on the guy. He seemed a little frail.
I'm a lot stronger than I look.
Oh, you were...
- Hey, Sul. - Hey.
So, congratulations.
You guys... make a great team.
Mm-hm.
That's true. So true.
- Thanks for your help. - Sure.
You know, I should run, Bones. You know, I got stuff.
- See you at work, Sul? - Yeah, I'll see you, man.
I...
I did feel responsible, Sully.
Do.
And you thought if I saw you vulnerable, needing me, that I'd run.
I've been alone my whole life.
It's all I know.
Ah, don't worry.
You'll learn fast.
What's that mean?
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