Clay, Tig and Jax were sat in the lock-up at Charming PD whispering together.
Booth sighed as he walked in "Would have been better if we could separate these guys, but this is a small town and small town cops just don't have the space." Temperance snorted as she looked at her phone "Angela has the ID's."
Booth pulled Jax into the interrogation room first. "Jackson Teller, convictions for assault, carrying an unlicensed weapon, charged with accessory to murder but that one never stuck did it?" he stated as he sat down with Jax's file in front of him. "So now we are adding breaking and entering, defiling a corpse and obstructing a federal investigation to that list huh?" he asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Jax said with his signature smirk. "What did you want with those bodies?" Booth tried again. "I don't know what you are talking about." Jax repeated. "What connection does a Caucasian male such as yourself have with two deceased men from South America?" Temperance asked "Listen lady I'm only going to say this once more, I don't know what you are talking about." Jax said showing signs of irritation as he used his free hand to run through his hair. "It's Doctor Brennan, not lady and that I can understand but doesn't it stand to reason that you and your companions are involved considering the last name I have belongs to someone whose last known employment was the same garage you are currently employed at?" she continued with a smirk. Booth looked impressed as a look of confusion passed over the face of the man they were questioning. "Does the name Lowell Harlan Senior mean anything to you?" he asked. Jax paled, confirming that it did indeed mean something to him and just waited for Jax to talk. "Are you sure it's him?" Jax asked. "My team are the best in the country Mr Teller, there is no doubt that one of the victims is Mr Harlan." Temperance confirmed to the younger man. "God dammit." Jax whispered before he looked straight at the pair asking him questions. "Look I was 15, all I know is one day he disappeared, we all thought he split, he had a habit you know?" he said whilst mimicking snorting drugs. Booth was satisfied that Jackson didn't actually know anything but that they had also managed to put a crack in the armour of the younger man.
They sent him back to the cells and asked the officers to bring Alexander Trager in next. Booth was certain he picked correctly as he had spotted the president and VP patches on the other two and know that leaving them alone together could prove useful.
Tig was forced into the interrogation room and roughly sat down where he used his freaky blue eyes to stare a hole in the heads of the two people who had him held there. As with Jax Booth started things off. "Alexander Trager, former marine, who now has a record as long as my arm. How does that even happen?" Tig sat with a smirk "I think you already know the answer to that dontcha doll?" Tig asked Temperance whilst completely ignoring Booth. Temperance gave Tig the same treatment as she turned to Booth and said "This is rather fascinating, anthropologically speaking you are both trying to assert your dominance as the alpha male, something that every male does whether they are conscious of it or not. Alexander is just more conscious of that fact than you are Booth, and I would imagine this would lead to the rather extensive list of convictions you have in front of you." Tig laughed out loud saying "Damn doll, I like you."
Booth rolled his eyes and began to ask the question he wanted "What do you know about the bodies we caught you trying to, hell I don't know what you were trying to do but you obviously know something so spill it?" Tig continued to ignore Booth and instead kept his gaze on Temperance. She noticed and eventually said "Best you answer him, he's just going to keep you here until one of you talks." Tig smirked "I don't know anything doll." he said causing Temperance to sigh. "Unless you want me to continue my examination of the remains until I find something, and I will find something, that ties you and your companions to said remains, I suggest you answer Agent Booth."
Tig continued to smirk and remained silent knowing he was irritating the man. He never could stand assholes in suits. "Two South Americans and a Caucasian man ID'd as Lowell Harlan Senior, all three killed with a gunshot. The only connection we have is the Teller-Morrow Autoshop, where all three of you work." Booth informed with a smirk of his own. "News to me, I thought Lowell skipped out, he had a little problem staying off the drugs." Tig said eerily echoing what Jax had already said. Knowing he wasn't going to get anything else Booth sent the man back to the cells and requested the presence of Clarence Morrow. Tig snickered as he was led back knowing full well Clay was going to get pissed when they used his full name.
