-"Good afternoon, I'm officer Jane Rizzoli. Mr Donnaghan is expecting me..."

For the fourth time in ten minutes, the man in black answered patiently, his face not revealing any feelings:

-"I am well aware you had this appointment but we have quite a situation right now and Mr Donnaghan is busy waiting for the police..." The butler di not move an inch from the door. His orders were not to let anybody in and however stubborn this woman was, she was not coming in.

- "I AM the police! She exclaimed. Don't you think you are depriving Mr Donnaghan from a useful insight by keeping me outside?"

The butler thought for a moment and finally decided that it made sense. After all, he could always take her outside if her help was not wanted. He stepped aside and showed her inside. They walked up a ridiculously long alley paved with little white cobblestones, with artistically cut trees on both sides and arrived at the main door, old style mahogany with a bronze knocker. The officer didn't have time to show surprise at the sight of this massive door that already she was in shock from what she saw beyond: she was welcomed by huge marble stairs covered with a red carpet in its center, high ceilings and various vases of exotic flowers. She didn't have time to push her investigation further as the butler was still walking in front of her and had tunred the corner. She ran to catch up and he showed her inside Mrs Donnaghan's boudoir.

Jane Rizzoli immediately recognized the man she was supposed to meet; the woman he was holding against him had to be his wife and the man on their left...?

- "This is Jane Rizzoli Mr Donnaghan. I tried to keep her out but she offered her help and since she is with the police..."

- "You did well thank you Nestor, you may go now." His voice was controlled but as a trained officer, Jane perceived a note of stress in his tone, clear sign that something was wrong. He turned to her:

- " Thank you for coming. I am afraid we will have to postpone our meeting to a later date. You see my daughter has just been taken and I am currently focusing all my energy on finding her." The tone was firm, sign that he had gathered himself.

- "Well, since the police has not arrived yet and I am part of the police force, maybe I can help. I do work with homicides but part of the job is to find missing people..."

The husband was hesitating but the wife could not hold it anymore. She had Jane sit on one of the compfortables armchairs and sat herself on the sofa facing her:

- "Laura is just fifteen, she was coming back from the journalism club of her school and she disappeared between that and our car in which our chauffeur was waiting. He waited for 15 minutes and then called her to see wether he should wait or not. When he did not get any answer, he called my husband, who in turn called the school. Miss Kendra, the journalism teacher said Laura had left half an hour ago. We tried again her cell and then I called her best friend Alison. She told me she left Laura at the entrance door to walk home at 3.30. Our chauffeur was parked just around the corner, few meters away and started worrying at 3.40. That's all we know so far... Is there anything you can do...?" She was wringing her hands and looking at Jane helplessly.

- " Are you sure she didn't go home with a friend? A boyfriend maybe?", the officer asked softly. Sometimes it is just a thing teenagers do... have you checked with all of her friends?"

- "Laura broke up with her boyfriend 4 months ago; she has had no one since. As for her friends, she doesn't have so many: they are a clique of three Laura, Alison and Peter. I have called both of them and she is not with them, nor do they know where she could be."

- "All right, I am going to need to talk to your chauffeur (by that time Jane had figured he was probably the unidentified man standing quietly behind the couple) and probably to Allison and that Miss Kendra too..."

As she said that, the fax clicked and a paper printed. Mr Donnaghan rushed to it and grabbed it feverishly.

-" What is it?" , Jane asked.

- " It is a picture from the videosurveillance camera of the school's front door. I have requested it after I talked to Miss Kendra. That's the guy who took her!", he gasped.

God, it was practical to be rich, Jane thought, you got everything faster than the police itself! She gave hersef the apperance of calm and leaned over to grab the picture. She studied it for a while: the man was average looking but the idiot was not even trying to hide his appearance: no hat, no sunglasses or fake moustache and he was looking almost right at the camera. What an idiot, she thought, he did not even check for the camera. Well, it will make my job eaasier.

- " Do you know that man?" she asked aloud.

The three people shook their heads. That would have been too easy...

- "Dr Isles is here, Mr Donnaghan."

- "Maura what a relief to see you, thank you Nestor." Mr Donnaghan had stood up to hug the young woman walking his way. So I almost don't get in although I am an officer and she passes through that doberman... who are you exactly Dr Isles?, Jane thought studying the newly arrived who had apparently not noticed her. After a quick hug and a sign to the chauffeur, Maura Isles rushed to Nora Donnaghan's side and hugged her strongly.

- "Oh Maura, it's horrible! Why is this happening to us?! Laura is so young, who could do that to my baby?"

During Nora's bablling, Maura was gently patting her back. It is at that moment that she noticed the brown-haired woman who was looking strangely at her from the other side of the table.

-" I'm Maura Isles, the Donnaghan's neighbour, sorry if you thought I was unpolite, she said, holding her hand out to shake Jane's.

-"And I am Officer Jane Rizzoli with Boston homicide..."

She didn't have time to go further in polite speech as Maura interrupted:

-"Homicide? Is Laura...?

The officer reassured her: "I had an appointment with Mr Donnaghan, I just happened to be here. Would you, by any chance know that person?", she said showing the doctor the videosurveillance picture. Against all odds, Maura Isles' face lit up and she cried:

-"Yes, I sure do. Is this the man who took Laura?"

Jane Rizzoli looked at the Doctor in a whole new light; she was taken aback. She had just shown her the picture because she was there, but had not expected her to actually recognize the guy.

- "We think it is, Ms Isles. Could you develop on how you know that man?"

- " Of course, it will be a pleasure to help the police on this delicate matter.

We met yesterday in a bar, 'The dirty Robber'; he started talking to me but I was not interested and he ended up leaving me his phone number in case 'I would feel adventurous'... At these words, her face took a shocked expression.

Jane couldn't hide her excitement: "So did you keep this number?", she pressed her.

- I certainly did, he wrote it on the back of my request of payment...

Jane raised an eyebrow. This woman surely had a strange way of expresisng herself but she was helping her out so it did not matter. Maura pulled a bill out of her designer purse and handed it to the officer: " Do you think you can find him thanks to that?"

Jane grinned: "Of course, but I think I have a better idea..."

She copied the number and emailed it to her team so they would find who it belonged to and turned to Maura, phone in hand: "Now Doctor Isles, are you feeling adventurous?..."