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The thing about living in DC (or just outside of it) is that there's always something you can go and do. And the thing about have Temperance Brennan for a best friend is that sometimes you get dragged off to some of the more improbable ones.
This particular evening, they've been at the Kennedy Center, listening to Estonian Folk Musicians.
It was actually pretty good, though Angela doesn't expect she'll find herself humming any of the tunes over the coming days.
She called Hodgins when the concert ended to say that she and Brennan were going to grab some dinner and then she'd get on the road. The call went to voicemail.
Slightly odd, that, but not worryingly so.
What is rather more worrying is that there's no answer when she yells, "Jack? I'm home." Nor can she find him when she searches the house. She even checks the Bug Cave in the basement.
"Jack?"
The note is on the kitchen table, and reads, in its entirety, My lawyer called about something I need to deal with. Nothing to worry about. I'll be back Friday, Saturday at the latest. Love you, Jack.
She's calling his cell phone again before she even finishes reading it.
This particular evening, they've been at the Kennedy Center, listening to Estonian Folk Musicians.
It was actually pretty good, though Angela doesn't expect she'll find herself humming any of the tunes over the coming days.
She called Hodgins when the concert ended to say that she and Brennan were going to grab some dinner and then she'd get on the road. The call went to voicemail.
Slightly odd, that, but not worryingly so.
What is rather more worrying is that there's no answer when she yells, "Jack? I'm home." Nor can she find him when she searches the house. She even checks the Bug Cave in the basement.
"Jack?"
The note is on the kitchen table, and reads, in its entirety, My lawyer called about something I need to deal with. Nothing to worry about. I'll be back Friday, Saturday at the latest. Love you, Jack.
She's calling his cell phone again before she even finishes reading it.