When the body of a young women is found near Detective Jane Rizzoli's home, she presumes it is the work of mass killer, the Surgeon. However, the style of the murder is different as the victim has not been 'sliced and diced' the same way. Who is responsible for this horrible crime and will they bring up pieces of Jane's traumatised past?
'I ran quickly, avoiding looking behind me for the danger threatened to engulf me. He was drawing in, I knew it. I knew they would find me here, I hadn't been very careful recently. I could hear their footsteps getting closer, I could smell their anticipation, I knew they wanted to kill me, to kill me quickly so I would be out of their way forever. This was it, I heard the click that meant that the gun was loaded. Suddenly there was pain and I was lying on the ground, my head, a dizzying whirl. The outlines of my vision began to dim as death became me, I tried desperately to cling onto life but I couldn't, with a great heave, I laid down and let death take control.'
Beep, beep, beep, beep!
'SHUT UP!' screamed Jane, as she clambered out of bed and hit the button that would silence her alarm for another twenty-four hours. Drowsily, Jane made her way to the kitchen, grabbing her black pant suit and badge on the way. Just as she was buttering a piece of toast, her phone rang. 'Oh great,' she thought as she read the caller ID, 'Not another murder.' To her surprise, it was Casey, her high school sweetheart and a current member of the US Army. Casey had always given her butterflies but the thought of actually seeing him gave her giant, vicious bats. She quickly disconnected the call and decided to go for a run to clear her head of Casey. As Jane unlocked the door, the smell hit her like a tornado, causing her toast to leap to her throat. She knew that smell, it was the smell of death and it was coming from her doorstep. Her toast was still continuing to rise in her throat as she hurriedly opened the door, revealing the horror on her doorstep. A middle-aged women, probably no older than fifty-five lay on her doorstep, a single bullet wound piercing her brain. Jane, overcome by emotion, ran inside to call Maura Isles, her best friend and medical examiner of Boston. 'Jane? Why are you calling so early?' Maura voice asked over the phone, ' I thought you'd still be in bed!' 'Maura, come over here quickly, bring your kit. Oh and call the station and get Korsak and Frost to come with you!' Jane yelled, trying to keep her emotions in check. 'Jane, Jane, what's wrong?' Maura began to panic. 'Just come quickly,' was Jane's reply as she hung up the phone leaving Maura frustrated and worried about her friend's safety.
Jane heard the squeal of the sirens long before she could see the cars themselves. However, in about thirty seconds, four police cruisers and Maura's black Lexus all came screaming down the street and in a screech of brakes stopped in front of her house. Maura was the first out of her car and immediately noticed the smell surrounding the area. She then looked up at Jane's house and saw a black lump lying on the steps. Maura ran over to take a look at the black mass and discovered that the victim was in fact, Angela Rizzoli, Jane's mother. Maura immediately broke down into tears and had to turn away from the body so she could clear her head. How was she going to tell Jane this? Did she already know? By the look on Jane's face through the window, she had no idea. Her best friend's mother had just been shot and for once in her life, Maura had no idea what to say.
To Be Continued in Chapter 2...