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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 1 - The setup


"Do you know who is looking for you, Jane?" the voice is harsh and gruff, the question is rhetorical but she couldn't answer even if she wanted. "No-one" she can hear the glee in his tone. The thought no-one is looking for her is painful. She has no idea what her captors have done.

Suddenly, her stomach jumps into her throat as the feet of the chair are kicked out from under her lurching her backwards, that feeling of rocking on the back of the chair at the kitchen table before losing you balance and falling backwards, the surprise, the fear, the shock. She jolts to a stop halfway to the ground with a loud metallic clang as back of her chair crashes into the metal cart behind her.

She can see the white cloth as it descends down onto her covering her entire face. The cloth moves up and down on her mouth frantically, forced by her rushed breathing, fear gripping her tighter.

"It's a big club Jane, and you're not in it" The voice is inches from her ear, and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Goosebumps begin to cover her entire body.

She can't see, she has no idea what will happen, and no one is looking for her. Her heart constricts, it could only be describes as a heart attack and she struggles hard against the ropes that hold her, wriggling her entire body. She wants to cry out in frustration but the lump in her throat is making it hard enough to even breathe. How did she think she would be ok. How did she think she could even get out of this.

The heavy weight of the ice cold water hitting her nose and cheeks and mouth spreading across her chin and forehead. The shock grips her first. She can't breathe. The water invades her eyes, her nose, her mouth. She fought down the first, and some of the second wave of nausea and terror. Gaging uncontrollably. Unable to determine whether she was breathing in or out, wheezing and coughing, flooded more with sheer panic than with mere water. A horrible sensation of smothering and claustrophobia.

Her brain screaming as well as her lungs for air, her nostrils burning, her stomach clenching tightly, painfully, trying to force air into her lungs.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't think. Her lungs burned, she was sure her eyes were closed but she could still see the light disappearing as the room and everything in it vanished. Everything went black.


5 days earlier

She drummed her fingers on the counter, absentmindedly, repeatedly. Her mind was somewhere else, working away on it's own. She was unaware of the annoyance her tapping was making.

"Janie, are you ok?" asked Angela, she knew her daughter well and knew something must be up.

"Yeah Ma", Jane replied

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothin Ma'."

"Janie, I just don't believe you!" Angela throws her hands up in annoyance.

Jane stopped drumming her fingers, only just realizing she had been answering at all, her mind had been so far away she was on auto-pilot.

"W-what?" Jane stammers

"What's wrong baby?" Angela asks again, concerned more than before

Jane tries to get her thoughts in order, pushes her hand through the hair and picks up a cherimoya out of Maura's fruit bowl, just for something to distract her. Maura always has strange stuff in her house she thought.

Studying the prickly fruit intently Jane finally responds, "I am contemplating the mysteries of the universe Ma"

Angela walks past the counter slapping Jane on the arm, just hard enough to let her daughter know that she isn't fooled.

"Where is Maura?' Jane queries finally. She is going to be late for work if they don't leave soon.

Angela glances towards the stairs and gives a nod indicating to Jane that she is upstairs.

"Are you going to tell me whats wrong, Janie?

Jane hops off the barstool and heads towards the stairs calling over her shoulder "Nope"


She takes the stairs two at a time, stalks down the hall and stops short of Maura's bedroom door. "Are you decent?" Jane calls out tapping twice and pushing the door open without waiting for an answer.

Maura looks up as Jane enters, she is in fact decent, and she smiles warmly at Jane,

"Morning Jane. How are you?

Jane grunts rubbing her hair, "Morn' Maura. Fine". It always feels weird greeting someone when you only saw them a few hours ago, she isn't sure why, maybe she just doesn't like greetings much.

Maura carries on with her morning routine, putting the final touches on her makeup.

Jane watches Maura wondering how she looks so perky and well rested considering they were at a crime scene till 3am. Home in bed around 4am. And almost ready to be picked her up at 8am. Jane feels like she didn't sleep a wink and is sure she looks exactly how she feels. The plan was to give Maura a ride as Maura left her car at the crime scene last night, they plan to pick it up on the way to work as Jane wants to revisit the scene during daylight hours anyway.


The scene had bothered her more than she admitted to anyone. Young male victim, in a school university on all-boys university campus of the school he belonged to, lying under the monument in the centre of the park. The victim had strange scars that resembled symbols on his legs and torso, some looked a little like pentagrams, they could have been self-inflicted, they were badly done but they weren't recent. Some looked like the could have even been branded by fire. And the victim 'Hamish Jones' was wearing a strange ring with a G on it and some symbols, a compass and possibly a set square, behind the letter.
No one knew exactly what had happened, no witnesses came forward despite the entire school being aware of the BPD's arrival at 1:40am, the security guard had missed the body until 1am even though time of death was approximately 10pm. The school's curfew was 9:30pm.
According to Maura the body had been moved and it's also likely the guard messed the crime scene before they arrived. The only thing the victim had on him was a student I.D. She received a call at 2:20 am from Cavanaugh that she was not to talk to the press, and to report everything to him as it was found, which was a tad unusual. The father , who did sound upset, was out of town and diverted them to his lawyer who wasn't answering his phone at 2:50am, no surprise there. It was all rather strange and it was only just beginning.


"Whats taking so long Maur', you're gonna be in the morgue all day in your pretty boy scrubs cutting open the vic from last night. Do you have to look so pretty?" Jane finally blurts, her patience wearing thin and her desperate caffeine withdrawal symptoms showing.

Maura laughs, "Are you calling me pretty Jane?"

Realising the way it sounds and too tired to come up with an effective comeback, Jane just shrugs. "I need coffee" she groans.

"Have one downstairs"

"I can't work your thing-a-magi-gee" Jane whines throwing her arms up in frustration and throwing herself face down on Maura's bed.

Maura finishes up and packs up grabbing her bag and scarf, walks past her bed and runs her hand up Jane's calf to let her know she is ready to go.

"Finally!" is the muffled sound coming from her bed.

She jumps up "Starbucks now..." and races out of the room like an speed runner giving Maura a tiny slap on the butt as she passes.

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to be continued
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