My apologies for the inconsistent updates and the short chapters. I write whenever I have time and creative mind. I've made a couple fixes to the last two chapters, so feel free to check those out. Please leave comments about the progression of the story. There's no point to continue the story if it's unappealing, so feedback is greatly appreciated!


Jane sits at her desk in the Boston Police Department with her legs propped up on the table. She clicks a pen in her hand as she thinks about Casey and her new case. At the crime scene, Korsak said the same thing Casey said to her when they met at The Dirty Robber a few weeks back.

"No luck at the crime scene for fingerprints or DNA, but CSU is still sweeping the apartment," states Korsak as he hangs up the phone at his desk. "They said they'd let us know if they found something."

"Parris didn't have a home phone and I'm not finding anything on his cell phone. He only had two incoming calls this past week—one on Monday from a telemarketer and the other on Thursday from his phone company. Both calls were unanswered. No outgoing calls, either," says Frost scanning the device. "This guy has a smart phone, but he doesn't use it for anything. No appointments or text messages, and an occasional call. It's weird."

"With the price of cell phones these days, you might as well buy a fancy one even if you don't want all the bells and whistles. You can't really find one without all that crap for any cheaper. Maybe our guy didn't like all that stuff," suggests Korsak.

"I know you're old school, Korsak, but us younger folk like all the bells and whistles," smirks Frost.

"I'm not old school. I can be just as hip as today's kids!" defends Korsak.

"Whatever you say, old man," jokes Frost as he shakes his head and laughs."

"Well we'll have to get Jane's vote on this one," pouts Korsak. "What do you think, Jane?"

Jane, buried in thought, doesn't respond. Frost and Korsak look at each other curiously.

"Jane?" asks Korsak, bewildered.

"Yeah?" she says, moved back to reality.

"Everything okay?" Frost inquires.

"Yeah. Yeah," she says dropping her feet to the ground and scooting in her chair. "Haven't slept well. I'm fine."

"Why don't you head home and get some sleep? We don't have anything here, but we'll call you when we get something," advises Korsak.

As she stands and grabs her blazer from the back of her chair, her phone buzzes.

"Guess I'll have to take your advice some other time, Korsak. Maura's got something."