The change of scenery was doing Booth a world of good. The best part was, he hadn't had a blackout since they arrived either. Had it not been a murder case he'd have actually been in a good mood. But he was wearing his official FBI-face, which meant very little room for it when he split off from the two girls to start questioning. While the Clary went in for a look around, he pulled out a notepad and started scribbling things down as he interviewed some of the woman's coworkers. He asked the typical protocol questions out of the FBI handbook, but then took it a little deeper to see if he could get a feel for the woman's life style. Booth was an expert when it came to reading people. He followed his gut and his gut and it hadn't mislead him yet.
Seeley had years of experience speaking with witness' when it came to murder cases. So there was no problem on his end getting information out of them. The woman hadn't shown any red flags. Had no record. Nothing. Her manager confirmed it when he was questioned. Seeley's brows furrowed when he heard Clary's and Needy's voices over the comm linkup system in his ear. That was going to take some getting used to. Booth wasn't exactly the most technologically advanced person in the world. It was some miracle he knew how to text and use his phone at all much less a comm link. Turning to walk away from the woman's manager who gave him a confused look, Booth motioned with a hand to him. " Excuse me. It'll just be a minute." Said both to the manager and his current team on the line as he left the private office he'd used as a temporary interrogation room into the hallway. "Did you get a look at her?"