Temperance Brennan and Jack Hodgins have been buried alive. Auto transfer 8 million dollars to the following offshore Cayman account, or they will suffocate to death.
Brennan had bullied Booth into making her a copy of the Grave Digger’s message. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to do with it. Her specialty was the examination of bones, not sound files. But she took the disk and added it to the pile of case files, notes, Thomas Vega’s book on the kidnapper/murderer, old newspaper articles, and all the observations she and Hodgins had been able to make during their twelve plus hours underground.
The Grave Digger had a consistent pattern, and he (or she, or they) had stuck to it firmly. Brennan had been taken in the Jeffersonian’s underground parking garage—hit in the back of the neck with a taser. Hodgins had interrupted the abduction and was run down by the Grave Digger’s car. They had been able to extrapolate this from the pattern of Hodgins’s injuries, and the scrap of bumper sticker they’d found on his pants leg. Hodgins himself remembered nothing of the incident, and Brennan had been unconscious.
They had come to hours later in a car, buried somewhere in the Virginia countryside.
Human beings have an innate, primal fear of being buried alive. Brennan and Hodgins were no exception to this rule. But they were scientists. They had kept their heads. They had examined the evidence. And they had had no intention of dying quietly. A dead cell phone wired to the car’s horn allowed them to get a message to the Jeffersonian. Hodgins had jerry-rigged a small carbon dioxide scrubber, and Brennan had cut into the trunk and the spare tire to extend their air supply.
As a last ditch effort, when it looked like help was not going to arrive in time, they had used the airbag explosives to blast out the windshield and try to reach the surface.
But help had arrived. Booth, Cam, Angela, Zach, and what looked like a third of the FBI had been there to haul them out of the ground.
Hodgins was going to be all right. Brennan had left him (very unhappy) at the hospital. She herself, after being checked over and answering the same questions a dozen times or more, had gone back to the Jeffersonian. They had beaten the Grave Digger—for the first time the hostages were still alive even though no ransom had been paid.
But they still had to catch him.
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