CHAPTER TWO

A/N For those of you who still give a rats about Pa Rizzoli, I'm going to make him even more disgusting. Tommy's going to become very useful in this story. He is going to be using his past acquaintances to help his entire family. And because I love Rondo, he's going to make an appearance too.

Frost pulled along side a marked cruiser and cut the engine. From the view here on the street two of the four victims were clearly visible. A familiar voice called to him as he opened the car door. "Why is Vanilla spending the afternoon at the station house instead of doing her thang here at the scene of the crime?"

"Detective Rizzoli's off today Rondo." Korsak informed not unkindly. He didn't think Rondo as valuable as Frost and Jane boasted, but he knew the man had value as a human being and as an informant.

"This here is where she shines like a diamond in a ray of sunshine. What will she think about missing the first dance?" Rondo gave a tight smile and disappeared into the crowd. He didn't mind talking to Frost, but Korsak was old school and kept his radar on high alert. Rondo felt Korsak wasn't totally on his side. He would find Jane later and chat.

"He's right you know. Jane will be pissed not being in on the action." Frost set a quick pace toward the bodies. The sooner he saw them, the sooner they could be on their way to the morgue and out of his sight.

Korsak kept stride with the younger man. He fingered his goatee and gathered his bravado. He was getting too damned old for quadruple homicides. "I think Jane has enough on her plate. Man, I hope she doesn't get physical on her Old Man. If we have to intervene, Matthews will be pissed."

Detective Frost couldn't comment because he was at that very moment losing his breakfast all over his favorite D&G shoes. He bent almost double and drew in shallow ragged breaths. How could human beings treat each other so savagely? The victim nearest the road had twin holes punched through her chest. She lay in a pool of blood. About two foot from her outstretched right hand lay a second woman. This body only bore evidence of one gunshot, but it had been powerful enough to obliterate more than half her face. Part of a bloody jawbone lay touching the tip of his left shoe.

"Fucking animals." Korsak whispered. He was about to join Frost and toss his own breakfast. "What the hell did the bastards use? Rocket launchers." He looked from one body to the other and felt his blood both boil and freeze. These bastards had some firepower and were not afraid to use it.

"This is some kind of fucked up. Man, I hope the other two are in better shape. I'm too fucking skinny now. All this puking is making me lose my physique. Women don't like skinny fellas. They want big hulky manly men."

"Must be why I been married three times. I always wondered what women saw in me. Now I know it's my hulking physique."

"Fuck you." Frost croaked as he straightened and walked closer to the open motel door.

Korsak slapped him on the back and entered the blood soaked room first. Captain Matthews saw him and made a bee line toward him. "Where the hell is Rizzoli?"

"She's off today, Cap." Frost said looking at the bloody carpet. He would give his left nut to be off today instead of Rizzoli. Hell he would even trade his controlling father for Rizzoli's… naw, she could keep her annulment seeking sperm donor.

"I know that. I gave her the day off to go chew off her Old Man's ass. We've called in everyone. Everyone except Jane Rizzoli."

Frost darted a tentative look around the room and spotted Frankie taking notes from a woman he took to be the motel manager. "Is Jane not answering her cell?"

Matthews ran an hand over his sweating forehead and wiped it on his pants leg. "I've left a dozen messages. Frankie called and left a message, her Ma's left a message and even Tommy has tried. I got the switchboard trying every five minutes."

"What about Doctor Isles. She went with Jane." Korsak supplied.

"Doctor Isles isn't answering either. Both of you, get busy on this fucking blood bath and while you're at it, get Rizzoli in here." Matthews gave a final look at the bloody room then stormed out.

Frost pulled out his phone first and made a call to Jane's cell. It went straight to voice mail. He tried Maura with the same result. Korask tried and got similar results. "Is Tommy working today?" Frost asked after trying Jane's home number.

"Why you asking me? Go ask Frankie. I don't keep up with the Rizzoli clan day to day agendas."

Instead, Frost called Maura's guesthouse and got Ma Rizzoli. He spent a couple minutes chatting with her, then waved Frankie over.

"Let me get this straight." Frankie eyed Frost like a dog guarding a juicy bone. "You want me to loan my truck to Tommy and turn him loose on the trail of Jane and Maura?"

"Babe, I'm glad you called. I miss you sooooo much." Frank cooed into the phone.

"Cut the shit Frank it's Angela."

His ardor instant turned from wine to vinegar. "Have you come to your sense and signed the papers?"

"Fuck you and your papers. Is Jane there?"

"Janie? Why would Janie be here?"

"She and Dr. Isles were coming to see you this morning. Are you sure they haven't been there?"

"Why would I lie about them driving all the way up here? And speaking of that, how do you know where I am? How did you get this number? This cabin is on private property."

"News flash, Frank. No one gives a shit about you and your latest whore. I am concerned about my daughter."

"Jane is our daughter, Angela. And she's a big girl. Jane can take care of herself."

"If she comes up there, tell her Captain Matthews would like her to call him immediately."

"I'm not your damned messenger service Angela. Why is Jane coming up here?"

"Just tell her to call the station, Frank. Good bye."

"Why don't you tell her to mind her own business. Is her female lover with her?"

"Frank, don't be a dick. Mind your own business. What Jane and Maura have is their business."

"So everyone in the world is entitled to be happy except me, is that it? Two dykes can shack up together, but a man can't find true love after living with a shrew for thirty years."

"A shrew? You are the poorest excuse for a man Frank Rizzoli. I hope Jane does kick your ass into next year. I didn't want her to lay a finger on you, but now I hope she…God help me not turn into a horrible person over this mess. Good bye Frank."

"Don't ask for miracles Angela. It's too late for that particular one anyway. I should have left you years ago. You have filled my life with nothing but misery!" He jumped when the front door opened and closed. "That bitch ruined my life."

Maura gathered her composure and moved on trembling legs to stand next to the two other terrified women. She prayed that Jane would surrender without a further fight. Whatever they had stumbled into, wasn't worth dying.

"Nice rack on this one. Ya'll take a look." The bald giant waved a hand in front of Maura's breasts.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Jane snarled taking a step forward.

"Looks like we got us another would be hero here boys." Two guns chuckled. "Tell me, tough girl, is she your girlfriend or your Girlfriend?"

"Either one will get you killed if you so much as…"

The two girls beside Maura screamed with her as the youngest man in coveralls stepped toward Jane and smashed his fist into her solar plexus. He laughed as Jane collapsed wheezing to the floor. "Ya aint so tough now. You sure got a big mouth." He pulled a knife from his pocket and flipped open the gleaming blade.

"Enough Ridley. Don't damage the merchandise. Every shipment you lose us at least ten thousand dollars. It's coming out of your share." Baldie waved the knife toward the door. "We need to add these four to the cattle car and get in touch with the buyer."

The oldest man in coveralls gave Maura a detailed once over. "This is a prize bitch here boys. This fancy one will bring a pretty penny. Hell, she might even bring a hundred grand."

"Then let's get back to the ranch and get 'em fed." Like the youngest he had put away his revolver and now held a long bladed knife.

"Don't overdose the bitches like you did them others. Just give them a taste. It don't take long to develop a love for the candy."

Maura slipped her hands in her pockets and prayed no one was watching that closely. She heard them order the two girls off the floor and out the front door. If she could manage to dial Frost or Korsak they could trace the phone. She had tried calling her office from the bathroom to check in, but found there was no cell reception in the area. But the phone could be tracked by GPS just by being on.

"Would Your Highness like a red carpet to walk?" Snapped the cleaver bearing man.

Maura lifted her chin and gave him an icy glare. She was shaking in every cell, but would die before allowing this cretin to see her fear. She could be brave for Jane.

A/N So what do you think of this latest trouble Jane and Maura find themselves in?