Kidnapped FTM 3

Frankie Rizzoli was standing over his older sister, trying his best to seem threatening. She looked like hell, hadn''t slept in days, or eaten in God knew how long.

"Jeeze, Janey, It's pizza. Pepperoni. You love pepperoni pizza. And I got you Sam Addams. It's your favorite beer, for crying out loud!"

"I gotta find her. I'm trying to figure out who—who dared take her. It's been a week. And I've been too scared to call her family. I promised I would take care of her."

"Yeah, well I seem to remember that she can take care of herself pretty good. When she was operating, trying to save my life, and all those dirty cops took over the whole place, she turned on the speaker so Korzak and everyone could hear what was going on. And that crud who tried to kill that wolf boy? She stabbed him in the leg with a scalpel. She isn't exactly helpless."

"Leave me alone, Frankie. I have stuff to do."

The door opened. "Jane Clementine Rizzoli! You have to eat something. You're nothing but skin and bones."

"Ma?" Jane looked at Frankie, "Traitor. Leave me alone, Ma."

"No way. I called Constance for you. She and Arthur are very upset. They'll be here tomorrow."

Jane put her head on her arms."I hate my life."

"I thought about calling Paddy Doyle,,,"

Jane's head went straight up. "You didn't!"

"No. I mean, what can he do from way across the country? Eat your pizza, like a good girl, and I'll make chicken parm for your supper. " Angela patted Jane's arm.

Jane rolled her eyes, sighed, and started in on the pizza. She wished Maura was there to steal a slice.

Nina had made flow charts, spread sheets, neighborhood maps, list after list of possible enemies Jane might have made. Her vision was getting blurry, but she was willing to keep going because she liked Dr. Isles, and it hurt her to see how upset everyone was at the kidnapping. That tall guy from CSRU was coming up to her desk—what was his name? "Hi Ben. How are ?"

"Feeling kinda pleased with myself, actually. You know Rizzoli mentioned that high school reunion she went to with Maura? I was thinking maybe one of the people involved in that mess...So, I looked at it again, and one of them got off."

Nina's shoulders straightened. "That's very interesting. What am I looking for?" Nina's fingers were poised over the keyboard.

"Rory Graham, like in cracker.", said Ben.

He didn't notice Nina's raised eyebrow. She went to court records, then Superior Court Case Data, entered the name and "Whoa, it was dismissed!"

Nina read aloud, "under the recent supreme court decision,,Mutual Pharmaceutical v. Bartlett , the case was dismissed. The faulty heart valve was not discovered to be defective until two users had died and their deaths were found to be linked to failure of the valve. Rory Graham, owner of the company, was let go."

Ben stood up suddenly, "What the…! How did he get away without even a fine?"

"Hey, I'm from Chicago. I'm used to it. We just put our heads down and work harder."

Ben sat back down. "Well, I like this guy for what's been happening to Rizzoli. If he got away with murder, he'd be burned up at her for arresting him."

"And since he got away with it once...", said Nina

"He'll always expect to. Where does he own property?"

Nina pulled the county assessor's records, and found a list for Rory Graham.

"Rich dude. Look at all that.""Look where it is. The Back Bay, Beacon Hill..."

"I have an idea, Ben. Look at all this, the same title company, so if, Yankee Doodle Title insured all of these, they probably cover everything—even outside this county."

Ben and Nina high-fived each other.

It was 10 PM when the two of them walked into Jane's office with a big stack of paper and identical grins. Jane was drooping at her desk.

"Hey, girl. We found something for you."

Jane's head us up and her breathing was faster.

Ben took a report off the top of the pile. "Remember this guy?"

"Rory Graham? Yeah. Isn't he in prison?"

"He got off because the case was against his corporation. However..." Nina pointed to an address. "He owns a house out in Chickopee."

Jane read as if her life depended on it. "It would be like him to do all that stuff to me, and he met Maura too...knew we are friends. What's the..."

Ben dropped another note on her desk, "The local police number."

"I'm impressed:, said Jane as she dialed.

TBC