Chapter One
Hoyt?
I was there again, in the basement, Hoyt leaning over me, smirking down at his prey that he thinks he has to cleverly managed to catch. His green eyes were sparkling as the excitement built up inside him, waiting for what was to come. I wanted it to end, I wanted to die, anything to take me away from his haunting eyes and my stupid mistake. How could I be so stupid? The pools of blood in my hands were beginning to overflow and the pain was getting to the stage when I just wanted to pass out. I didn't care if it made me look weak anymore. Right now all my senses were completely aware of everything that was going on but they were quickly fading. I was beginning to shake as the pain made its way up to the next level. Surely this couldn't get any worse, I thought. But then I was proved wrong as He leaned down to my ear. "Wake up Jane," he whisper, "you hear that noise? It's your phone. Wake up!"
With that I woke up with a start. The sweat was pouring off me, my hair stuck to my face. My heart was racing and my breathing had increased. Quickly I sat up and flicked the switch of the lamp on and raised my gun, that that I had grabbed from my bedside table, aiming it around my room but there was no-one to be seen. It was just a dream. Thank God. Suddenly my attention was distracted from the nightmare and my empty room to my phone which was ringing, just like Hoyt had told me. Hoyt's dead. Forget about him, will you? Get a grip Rizzoli!
I quickly grabbed my phone and pressed the button.
"Rizzoli."
"You ok?"
"Of course I am, what you got for me Frost?"
"Are you sure you're ok? Your voice is shaky…"
"Drop it Frost, what you got for me?"
"Your old house."
"What?"
"There's been a murder in your parents' house."
"They got it took off them though."
"Well they couldn't sell it and the real estate agents found him in one of the bedrooms, I think you might know him because Frankie ran out of here almost in tears. He wouldn't speak to me."
"Ok I'm on my way. I just need to jump in the shower first."
"Can't that wait?"
"No. I'll be there soon."
I sat there stunned for a moment. What has just happened? Desperate to escape from my now sweaty pyjamas I dived out of bed and ran to the shower. As I turned on the water I dived backwards in shock. No hot water, just my luck. Well it had to do for now, there was no way I could skip having a shower. Not after waking up with my pyjamas clinging to me. After I had jumped in, I let the water splash off my face for a few minutes as I tried to forget the dream. But as I stood there shivering I felt so vulnerable and invaded as if Hoyt had walked out of my dream and back into my life. He was gone though, why was I dwelling on the past? I had a murder to solve so I decided to get out and get my suit on.
This didn't take very long at all though and I sneaked past Jo Friday as I went out the door, careful not to wake the snoring dog. Why couldn't I ever sleep like that? I quickly grabbed a bobble off the table, tying my hair up as I dashed for the door, grabbing the keys off the hook as I did so. I really didn't want to see who had died tonight, at least not in that house. I had to be the only person on Earth who didn't want to go home?