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Chapter 1
It had become summer in Boston and Jane and Maura had decided to take a walk at Friday night toward the near park. They passed the disco and heard the basses and dance music to the other side of the street. They finally entered the nature area where it was a lot more silent. "It's so calm here. Isn't that beautiful?" Maura asked who had suggested this route. "It would be more beautiful with a beer and a remote control in the hand in front of a baseball game," Jane complained but forced herself to a smile. "God, Jane. I wonder how you ever found a man when you're so unromantic!" "I'm not unromantic. It's just a Friday night and everybody's at a party or at least watching the match of the Dogs versus the Red Socks! And the only ones here in the park are some junkies during their trips." "Jane…" Maura sighed. At that moment, the detective's cell phone rang. She answered and explained about a minute later: "We've got a body." Maura just stared at her skeptically and then followed to her car.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the crime scene. It was in one of the calm suburbs and they entered the skyscraper, a typical low-budget building for either students or those who had just starting working and were still in formation. Korsak received them on 5th floor and led them through the flat to the bedroom. Jane raised an eyebrow when she saw the mess. It was a typical men's room, everywhere posters of nice Playboy ladies and clothes lay everywhere. "His name is Lars Beckett, 24, has started three months ago at the chemical plant in Boston's south after 3 years training at Formation school," Korsak read out from his iPhone and looked at the ladies. Maura directly went over to the bed where the man was lying. He was tall, she guessed about one meter eighty-three or eighty-four. His skin was a bit tan, perhaps from vacations in the south, he had short and dark-brown hair and an unshaven three-days-beard. He was muscular and seemed to be a dominant person. But now he looked rather pathetic, his eyes were open and staring at the ceiling and it was clear that the last thing he had seen was pure horror. He was naked, his clothes were scattered in the room and on the bed. The bedclothes were soaked with red liquid and the wall was sprinkled with blood as well. "How did he do it?" Jane asked when she had stared long enough at the dead body. "His chest is cut open. It seems to have been a quick, determined and strong cutting. The perpetrator wanted him not to defend himself. After this cut, there can be seen several other and due to the blood distribution on the bed and the wall, he had acted very fast and impulsively. Stabbing into some important veins may have created that sprinkling on the wall. But here are some wounds that have not much blood around. It means that they were added post mortem. It indicates that the delinquent may have enjoyed killing him or couldn't stop himself from abusing the body," Maura stated in one breath. The detectives all nodded. "It was something personal," Frost answered while he tried not to look at the body. "Great. We'll all search his history, dig out foes, ex-girlfriends, everything," Jane claimed and headed to the desk. "Did he have a girlfriend?" she asked. "No idea," Frost answered. "But I'll find out."
Jane opened the draws and had a look inside. It showed some work materials, a few books about chemistry and a package of condoms. Suddenly she looked up and without a word she left to the staircase. She looked around and noticed that both Frost and Korsak had followed her. "There are cameras," she indicated and pointed toward the corner. "I'll get the tapes," Frost said and Jane nodded. Although she didn't think so, she hoped that the murderer had been stupid enough not to know this.
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"And?" Jane asked when she entered the office. "Nothing," Korsak informed. He was sitting next to Frost at the desk and they were watching the surveillance video. It showed Beckett and someone else walking up the stairs. But the black-white shadow next to him wore a baseball cap, a pullover with hood, wide trousers and also black shows. He or she never showed the face nor did he or she indicate its sex. They were walking side by side and he was once seen to come closer but she pushed him a bit away. "Great," Jane sighed. "I spoke with his parents and his sister. Well, his sister told me some more truth: He was a typical macho and had each week another girlfriend. Never was anything serious and he never received any threats." "That excludes the girlfriends and family. Any enviers at work or somewhere else?" Frost asked curiously. Jane shook her head. "I called his boss and he said that he did his work and met some other colleagues after it. He also said that each Friday they went out together but he couldn't say where. Must have been something near the suburb. Frost, you accompany me on this endless search, okay?" He nodded and followed her down. Just when the elevator doors opened, she received a short message from Maura. "Let's have a look to Autopsy," she commented but Frost answered he'd wait in the car for her. She smiled and pressed the down button to basement.
"What do you have, Maura?" she asked when she entered the cold Autopsy room. Maura, fully dressed with safety glasses and gloves, looked up. "I just tested the murder weapon. It's full of his blood but no foreign DNA. But I found traces of chlorine, ethanol and some other stuff." "English, Maura," Jane sighed. "Ethanol is an alcohol. It can wipe away DNA but not destroy them. But our murderer was very careful. A mixture of chlorine and other chemicals is able to destroy DNA so that matching will be impossible." "But on the video our murderer wore gloves," Jane mentioned. Maura shrugged, "like I said, he or she is very careful. This doesn't fit to the 'personal motive'. Someone who has personal problems with the victim would act even more aggressive and careless." "But using a knife and the kind of injures here indicate something personal," Jane answered confused. Her friend just nodded. "Great. Call me when you have found something that could lead to our murderer," she said and left the room.
Upstairs, she met Frost and told him about that paradox. "Well, the usage of a knife doesn't mean it is personal and that he was so careful does not exclude it," Frost commented when they drove toward south. "Thanks, Frost, that's helping," she muttered. "Hey, what's your problem?" "My problem? I was called yesterday night at half past eight pm to a crime scene and today I had to get up at half past five again to work." Jane caught herself again. "Sorry, I'm just so tired." "Argument with your boyfriend?" "How, how do you know?" she asked surprised but then realized that he had blindly guessed. "He split up with me." "I'm sorry, Jane, but, let me be honest: He wasn't your type of guy anyway." "Thanks, Frost," she said and smiled.
"We've found the disco where he has been to and we spoke to his friends. But they only said that he went to toilet and then wrote them an SMS that he'd go home. With a smiley," Jane informed Korsak when they arrived at the office again. "That means he had encountered out murderer." "Which means otherwise, that it was a woman," Frost added and sat down at his desk. "But it doesn't lead us any further." "Yes, it does. We decreased our suspects to every woman who had been in a Boston disco yesterday night," Korsak answered sarcastically and Jane was just too tired to tell them to stop.
It was Monday night and Jane had just dozen off on her couch in front of running TV when somebody knocked at the door. She opened and it was Maura with both a six-pack bear and a bottle of wine in her hands. "Hey, I wanted that we could finally spend a night together. And because we were disturbed at the park…" "Come in," Jane said and they sat down on the couch. "Is it the game?" "Yeah, repetition," Jane answered and paused. "Why don't we watch it?" "Ryan split up with me," Jane suddenly said and Maura put down the glass of wine. "What? Why that?" "He told me he met another woman in the disco. I found a photo on his cell phone. She's five years younger than me, blonde and has tits like baseballs!" Jane said angrily. Her face turned to sad and Maura crawled nearer to her. "Come on. He didn't earn a woman like you. You're more worthy," she tried to solace her. "But I liked him. I liked him very much," Jane started to cry and Maura started to hug sobbing Jane deeply. "There'll come other men, I promise…I promise…"