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Chapter Four-

Jane opened the door.

"Hey, you must be Officer Rizzoli." A large bear of a man, shorter than her, but a descent height, stood and held out his hand. His beard put her at ease, because it softened his face and made him look younger. His friendly smile didn't hurt either.

"Hey, yeah. That's me." She shook his hand and then tossed a thumb over her shoulder. "This is Frost."

The two men shook hands.

"I'm Sergeant Korsak." He turned and gestured to the only other occupant in the room, a woman in heels, and a fancy dress that looked like it cost an arm and a leg. A small smile creased her cheeks, her red hair short and pinned securely about her head in a way that made a spider's web look simple and bulky. "This in Vianne."

"A pleasure." The woman murmured, taking Jane's hand without shaking it and looking deep into her eyes from arm's distance.

It held long enough that Frost dropped his hand and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Vianne is going to give you the basics, so you meld as seamlessly as possible."

Maybe seeing the flash of uncertainty Jane felt in her own eyes, Vianne smiled gently. "Do not worry. I've the perfect look for you, mon cher. We will work with what we have." She glanced over at Korsak. "You never told me you had such beauties in your halls, Vincent."

Jane coughed a little, taking back her hand as she tried to hold in a snort.

"Nor such oblivious ones." Vianne continued. She circled Jane slowly. "She will do nicely."

"If you don't mind me asking... Vianne," Jane started, following the woman progress around her as best she could. "exactly why are you doing this?"

"You do not know?" Vianne raised one eyebrow.

Just shaking her head, Jane otherwise kept still.

"You know of the girl, yes? The one who..." Here she paused.

"Was murdered?" Jane supplied.

"Yes. She was a good girl. So are the others. Good girls." She shook her head. "Mauvais is not."

"Mauvais. That's who we're after?"

Korsak nodded. "That's what the girls call them. Their name literally means 'bad'."

"The name is méchant. Twisted. Evil. He is meant to scare." Vianne hissed, showing anything but a perfect facade for the first time. She practically snarled. "Vianne is not afraid, though I have no desire to be next, I know that Mauvais let that poor girl die. He as much as killed her, though I have no proof."

"You think it's a man?" Jane questioned.

"I do not know." Her gaze dropped. She gestured at her chest with a jerking, fervent gesture. "I feel it might be."

"Neither Vianne nor any of the others have ever met the boss, or bosses, themselves but that doesn't mean that no one has." Korsak grumbled, placing a gentle hand on Vianne's shoulder before looking her square in the eyes. "That's where you'll come in. You'll be asking questions, lots of them. We just need some kind of lead to try to find them."

Jane looked around at the others, taking in Frost's uncertainty and Korsak's grim determination before returning her gaze to the persuasive woman in front of her. "Then we'll figure it out together." She put out her hands. "So what's first?"

Vianne only smiled.

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"Seriously?"

Frost whistled through his teeth. "I don't know Jane. That dress is kinda perfect."

"What are you, a fashion designer? This thing is uncomfortable as hell." She tugged at the hem of the form-fitting brown and blue dress Vianne had practically shoved her into. "Not to mention, my ass is hanging out like it's on display and there is no room for a weapon anywhere in here."

Vianne approached and slapped at her pulling hands. "You look somptueux, stop with the fussing."

"Som-what-now?" Jane asked her seriously.

"Sumptuous. Lovely. Hold still." In an iron grip, Vianne took Jane's chin in hand to study her face under more scrutiny. "Less is more in this business. Makeup is a subtle artifice, Jane."

Trying not to snort aloud, Jane allowed the woman to dab at her eyes again, if just to appease her harsh expression. Truthfully, she was trying not to let her colleagues down, she was just bored and uncomfortable. Not only did she not really care that much about makeup and even less about fashion, but Vianne said her name like 'schaine", so it didn't even seem like her name anymore. "I get it, okay? What I don't get is why the people who make these things think I want people to see my goods."

This time, Korsak was the one that snorted.

That didn't help the anxious feeling rising up into Jane's chest. "This might not be such a good idea."

"It'll be fine." Frost tried to sooth the agitated officer.

"But what if someone wants me to-" She made a gesture with her hand, hoping that would convey the wanted uncomfortable term. She'd worked vice for a few years now, but that was usually just to catch perps at soliciting or buying drugs, not for the long haul. It was hard to shake the feeling that she was getting in over her head.

"You leave that to me, ma cherie." Vianne spoke, her voice suddenly like ice. "No one will touch you without my permission, and I have no intention of getting you into an uncomfortable situation. My girls do what I say, unless Mauvias were to step in."

"So what if the boss does steps in?" Jane had to ask.

"You take him down, Rizzoli." Korsak growled.

"Got it. Um... and the other girls..."

Vianne lifted a single eyebrow. "What about zem?"

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Silence is your friend, cherie. Volunteer nothing and you will seem far more experienced than you are."

"And if someone asks me a direct question?"

"You are police, you have gone undercover before. Improvise."

Jane tried not to pout. Right. Improvise that she was a high-priced call girl. This was going to be harder to pull off than playing a hooker on a street corner. Korsak had provided her with a backstory, one to share with the people who asked, but that didn't mean she was prepared. She tried to square her shoulders, to feel the confidence she normally held, but it seemed fleeting now that she needed it.

This was soooo out of her comfort zone.

"It'll be alright, Rizzoli." Korsak said, sounding oddly gentle all of the sudden. "We've got your back."

Frost gave her a thumbs up.

"Okay." Reassured somewhat, Jane shook herself and turned back to Vianne. "So, when are we starting?"

"As with all good things, Jane, we begin with the night."