It was 4am and Jane was still staring at her computer screen, what was she missing? There had to be something that could tell her about this truly unique killer.
…
The crime scene she had visited earlier that day was at a seemingly normal suburban household, but it certainly had some striking differences. It was a two bedroomed house with a manicured lawn, perfectly watered flowerbeds and ivy that climbed up all four walls of the property, a small collection of garden gnomes were also seen fishing in a small pond close to a wishing well. There was even a turret complete with coloured stained glass windows on the right hand side of the property, it was truly something that could had been taken out of a children's fairy tale story. Inside however was a different matter. Blood droplets from the outside path had lead a worried neighbour (and later the BPD) into the victim's bedroom, which could only be described as a bloodbath. The victim was a young girl, mid to late twenties with long blonde curls in her hair, she had a soft complexion, someone who hadn't really seen much of life… and now who wouldn't get the chance. Her arms were delicately folded over her bosom, a tiara gently placed on her crown, and what was more intriguing was the gown which this young girl was wearing. Jane thought she looked familiar… quite like the pictures in Sleeping Beauty Angela had read to her as a child, but was Jane reading too much into this? This girl could have been mistaken for someone fast asleep, if it weren't for the blood soaked bed sheets she was laying in.
The room and the entire property had been looked over with a fine tooth comb; no blood (other than the victim's) no prints, not even any sign of a forced entry. Whoever this was knew their victim, and knew them well. "We've got an ID." Frost's voice brought Jane back into the crime scene from her thoughts; she hadn't gotten much sleep last night, or the one before for that matter. "Rose Dagny, 27. She was an assistant professor of Creative Writing at BCU, she bought this property about a year ago and has done extensive remodelling to it ever since." Frost turned his tablet around to show Jane and Korsak a photo of the house before Rose had moved in; it was completely unrecognisable, very plain, very ordinary and very turret-less.
"She really wanted the fairy tale life, huh?" Jane stepped back from the body to take in the rest of the room. "Hey guys, where's Maura? Shouldn't she be here by now?" The two officers began to smirk, wait, what are they hiding? "Oh come on guys, you know I hate secrets!" Korsak was the one who broke the silence;
"Oh you'll see when she gets here!"
I hate it when they do that. Jane angrily thought to herself and turned her back on the boys. "Good Morning Dr. Isles" Frost announced happily, Jane found herself spinning around faster than was probably necessary to get her first glimpse of the day at her ME.
Maura Isles. The Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, yet she would not look out of place on a runway in Paris or Milan, the sound of her high heels echoing over the tiled floors. Jane watched as Maura came straight over to her, coffee in one hand, her medical bag in the other.
"Thought you might need this after last night" she said quietly with a wink at the detective… Yup, thought Jane as the feeling that she thought had been satisfied that very morning started pulsing through her again, this woman is going to be the death of me. After handing Jane the coffee, Maura's fingers quickly traced over Jane's right hip that was exposed slightly by her open black jacket, as the detective leaned in, Maura turned away very quickly, causing the detective to moan (slightly louder than she meant to) out of frustration. "Now, now detective, we have work to be getting on with." The glisten in her warm hazelnut eyes was the only thing that could have left the detective speechless.
As Maura took the blue disposable gloves out of her handbag and crouched down beside the young girl, Jane suddenly had a thought, "Hey Maur? Look to see if there's anything on the middle finger on her left hand."
The ME gently lifted up Rose's finger and saw a pinprick of blood on the centre of her fingertip… "There's a small pinprick of blood. Was she diabetic?"
Frost immediately looked up her medical records, "Nope nothing. Jane why did you think to look there?"
Jane took a deep breath, "Because it looks like we have our own fairy tale villain. And this, is his Princess Aurora."
