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Seeley Booth leaned against the doorframe, his suit jacket discarded and his tie loosened. He looked at the screen displaying a map of the local poultry farms. "It’s a tough way to make a living, Bones. Raising thousands of birds just to end up in the drink yourself." "The tech says the water in his lungs
The air in the lab was thick with the scent of industrial-grade disinfectant and something far more organic—the cloying, damp smell of river silt. Dr. Temperance Brennan leaned over the remains, her magnifying glass hovering inches from a splintered radius.
"It’s not just about the bones," Booth sighed, moving closer. "The guy had a family. A farm that was failing. People do desperate things when they’re backed into a corner—even if that corner is a chicken coop."