When Mirena Baker and her girlfriend Karissa King had departed from the lesbian bar Merch heavily intoxicated at about midnight, neither could even have fathomed the depth of insanity or horror that would await their alcoholic induced stupors. Hell, perhaps even sober would they still have been unprepared for the vulgar sigh of Kasey Morgan lying there upon the cold and dirt corroded floor; blood cascading from the incision on her throat and other various wounds. Yet, at the time, the two women were only humoring Karissa's adventurous side, a persona that only became increasingly more detrimental when liquor was coursing through her veins. And with the need for intimacy and sexual release dominating the concepts of logic and reason, neither was hesitant to venture out onto dark and ominous streets of Boston in order to acquire some privacy.
How exactly two highly intoxicated lesbians had managed to drive down in Mirena's crimson, Chrysler Sebring toward the harbor without committing vehicular homicide was beyond Jane's level of comprehension. However, despite the two women's ridiculously profound luck, the alcohol diluting their rationality had failed to assess how to brake correctly, which explained why at the crime scene, the Chrysler had quite literally crippled the doors to the warehouse. Yet, if either woman had felt even the slightest bit guilty about the trespassing, it didn't show as Karissa and Mirena merely proceeded to stagger out of the Sebring; their lips and fingers attacking each other feverishly. Unfortunately, their ravenous passion was interrupted briefly after the couple had tumbled into the building, Mirena's gazehaving detected first Kasey's body lying in a pool of blood.
From there, one can only surmise how quickly the two women sobered up before alerting the authorities.
Jane grimaced and prattled her fingers impatiently upon the stainless, cold steel of the interrogation table as she listened to the couple's grievances. As terribly as she yearned for a prime suspect to focus all her energy onto within this investigation, she acknowledged the reality with frustration that ultimately, these two young women were innocent. She could support her conclusion with the way they quivered and held onto each other desperately, along with the fear and disgust etching the creases in their features. With tremendous shame did they confess to driving while intoxicated, as well as damaging and trespassing on private property, and gladly would they pay the fine. However, they swore up and down to the Great Lord Jesus, and any other deity of equal, holy standing, that they were innocent. And with little to nonexistent evidence to show their involvement within the murder, Rizzoli had no choice but to simply allow Frost to escort them toward the brass to sort out the fine issues, and let them be.
The Boston Detective heaved an aggravated sigh as she strode back into the bullpen, the expectance of finding the office deserted due to lunch hour shattered by the presence of Maura sitting in her desk chair.
"Why hello Miss Isles…" Jane spoke, her exasperation immediately withering into concern as she noticed the irritated, dark skin beneath Maura's eyes becoming more pronounced.
"What brings you to my lovely abode?"
The Medical Examiner faintly chuckled before standing upward to allow the detective back her seat.
"Was just curious to see how the interrogation went…" she answered, although the words became slurred by the yawn that escaped her lips.
Maura proceeded to sit herself down comfortably on the edge of Rizzoli's desk as Jane gladly took the initiative to sit herself.
"Well, if you consider a Paducah native lesbian screaming, 'I didunt do iiiittt!' a convincing argument, then I'd say we're out of leads…" The Boston native mumbled in irritation, and the medical coroner couldn't subdue the grimace crinkling her own face.
"Then I suppose you're not going to get any happier with the information I have for you." Maura stated solemnly, and upon her words, Jane's brow quirked in confusion.
"Why? What's up?"
"Well, further examination of the body has, unfortunately, yielded and supported the suspicion that Kasey Morgan was raped." The Medical Examiner replied grievously, and immediately did she witness the agitation and horror seethe through Jane's complexion.
"She was what!"The detective roared, and the venomous and blatant rage present within her tone was enough to rouse chills upon Maura's skin.
Yet, nonetheless, she reaffirmed her answer with a vague nod.
"A torn hymen is responsible for a small portion of the blood found at the crimes scene…" the doctor continued, and the infuriation marring Jane's beautiful features receded into that of shock and sadness.
"She was a virgin…" Rizzoli whispered ruefully, and by extending her hands upward, she allowed her scarred palms to cradle her face.
"That poor girl… the torment she went through… I can't even begin to imagine…"
Doctor Isles exhaled a weary sigh before concurring with a chaste nod to Jane's statement.
"And I have even more bad news…"
This resulted in the detective to immediately snap her head upward as her gaze focused in dread upon her colleague attentively.
"Upon sewing up the incision on Kasey's neck, I noticed an irregularity." The Medical Coroner began, and by retrieving a photo from the interior pocket of her lab coat, she showed Jane the sewn cut upon the girl's neck.
"Do you see how the laceration titters off to the side, rather than straight across?"
Rizzoli, who'd been intensely scrutinizing the grotesque picture, nodded.
"I have reason to believe that a distraction must have caused our suspect to lose focus."
The detective hummed in acknowledgement before reclining back into her chair.
"Are you sure the guy just didn't get sloppy?" she ventured, her hands delicately weaving together and resting upon her stomach.
"Perhaps he got lazy after tirelessly raping and beating the shit out her."
Maura's tongue clicked in disdain while her head shook.
"Language Jane." The doctor admonished sternly, which elicited an eye roll from Jane.
"And it's not probable. All other injuries inflicted upon Kasey, as well as the starvation tactics, leave me to suspect that this person knew what they were doing."
Rizzoli growled and muttered inaudible curses under her breath while Maura's retrieved and cradled Kasey's photo into her lap; her brow coiling as she analyzed the jaded pixels depicting the morbid wound.
"I find it so odd that the incision was executed so quickly and imprecise..." Maura muttered pensively, more or less discussing the inconsistency with herself whilst Jane had stopped her crude language and merely listened.
"The suspect took his time causing Kasey pain and discomfort. Why rush the climax?"
The Medical Examiner may have been dumbfounded, yet upon hearing the words slither from the doctors coarse lips, Jane had immediately lurched upward within her seat; the gears concealed behind her rigid features having already conjured an explanation.
"The lesbians!" the detective declared, and slightly startled by her outburst, Isles brow quirked in confusion toward her colleague.
"I beg your pardon, Jane?" she ventured hesitantly, the doctor a little apprehensive to hear the asinine conclusion her friend had somehow reached.
"Our guy was interrupted by the lesbians!" Jane repeated, her tone conveying a faint smudge of pride, at perhaps, her ability to accurately apply facts and piece them together.
"Look, Mirena Baker and her girlfriend drove down to the harbor to hook up. Our suspect wasn't expecting company, which is why he bolt locked the door. But when the drunken couple broke through the door with their Chrysler-"
Rizzoli deliberately paused as she gauged her companion's reaction, patiently waiting for the brilliance that was Maura's intelligence to click and formulate the exact scenario that she was.
And fortunately for Jane, she didn't have to wait long.
"—He had to pull out, kill Kasey, and escape!" Maura concluded, her expression aghast with delight.
"That explains why I found torn vaginal tissue, but no semen. Our suspect didn't get to finish."
Jane couldn't subdue the laughter that crawled up her windpipe and escape her lips.
"Serves the bastard right…" the detective sneered, though she provided her colleague an apologetic smile due to the harsh glare that she was no doubt receiving for her foul language.
"That's karma right there for you. Though I can't decide whether or not those crazy women are heroes or just unfortunate witnesses…"
Maura simply sighed as her shoulders shrugged wearily.
"No one wins in this situation Jane, at least, not until the suspect is caught."
Whew. Another short installment for all my wonderful readers.;)
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