Moments (Bones)

The Killer in the Crosshairs

Broadsky. Evie wasn't ready for this. She didn't like Broadsky being active. It just made her fear the inevitable.

Evie was on the forensics platform with Vincent and Brennan.

"You're abnormally quiet today." Brennan told Vincent.

"Thank you." Vincent said.

"Usually by now, you'd have buried me in factoids about guns and historical assassinations." Brennan continued.

"Yes." Vincent said standing up and turning to face Brennan. "For example, were you aware that..."

Vincent stopped talking and began pinching his lips shut and turning away from Brennan.

"Why are you pinching your lips shut?" Brennan asked him.

"I find that it help prevent me from blurting." Vincent explained. "My sponsor believes that it's very important that I restrain my compulsion to use facts to keep people at arm's length. Emotionally. And that I should actually be having more conversations like this, which I, I find...awkward."

"And here I was thinking you just didn't want my hand over your mouth anymore." Evie joked.

Vincent looked at Evie causing them both to burst out laughing.

"Would it help if we turned to the case in front of us?" Brennan asked Vincent.

"God, yes." Vincent said. "Uh, cause of death is high-velocity trauma, resulting in the severing of the spinal cord, here."

"Identification found on the remains suggests that this is a man named Walter Crane." Brennan explained. "Walter Crane was born and raised in Virginia."

"That's correct." Vincent agreed.

Brennan walked over to look at the results from an analysis she did.

"Look at the isotope ratios from his bone apatite." Brennan said.

"Nitrogen levels suggest a Midwesterner." Vincent observed.

"I think we need Angela to do a facial reconstruction." Brennan said.

"You would like to ascertain that this man is indeed Walter Crane, a construction worker from Virginia." Vincent responded.

"It appears that these remains and this identity do not correspond." Brennan explained.

***

When Vincent and Brennan had gone off to find the victim's true identity Evie walked in Hodgins' office to find Booth standing there.

"These are the bills found with the victim's body." Hodgins said.

"All hundreds, right?" Booth asked.

"Yes." Hodgins said. "But guess what I found on them."

"Blood?" Booth guessed lamely. "On account that he was shot to death with a high-powered rifle?"

"Wow, real creative." Evie sarcastically remarked.

"Yes, blood, of course, blood." Hodgins said to Booth. "But guess what else I found."

"Does this look like a guessing face?" Booth asked Hodgins.

"Right." Hodgins said before turning around to pull up his results from the mass spectrometer. "Okay. Sodium hypochlorite."

"Salt?" Booth asked.

"What, salt?" Evie spluttered. "Salt is sodium chloride. No, it's bleach."

"Yeah." Hodgins said looking at Evie. "How did you...oh never mind."

Hodgins was becoming use to what he called Evie's perplexing psychic powers.