Chapter Four

A/N OK, I'd get a couple pages in and then hate what I wrote. So, I trashed it and started over. Too many ideas spinning in my head at once. But now we are moving in a straight line and going forward again.

"What the hell are we dealing with?" Frost asked reading an email from the Medical Examiner's office. "Pike finished the prelims on the four bodies from the motel. Wanna guess the COD?"

Korsak chuckled thinking this was the easiest question ever asked. "Let's see." He stroked his goatee while waiting for the light to turn green . "Not drowning. Suicide is out of the question. I'll take gunshot wounds for a thousand."

"Sucka!" Frost flashed a toothy smile and slapped both thighs. "That was too easy. I'm sorry to tell you, but you lose all your points and do not get to go to the bonus round."

"Very funny. OK Mr. Personality, what is the COD?"

"Cause of death is exsanguination for all four victims."

"They bled out?" Korsak questioned. "They bled out from all the gunshot wounds. I knew it."

"Incorrect. Two of the victims were missing their hearts and both lungs. One of them was missing her liver and both kidneys, and the fourth was missing her eyes, heart and liver."

"What the fuck? Some sick bastard is removing internal organs in sleazy motels and just leaving the bodies? Somebody saw and heard something!"

"According to Pike, the organs were removed with near surgical precision. The bodies appear to have been dumped at the motel after the organs were harvested."

"You thinking black market organ ring? Some crazy surgeon hacking up bodies on my streets. The per versions never end!"

Frost answered his cell and gave a sigh of relief. The four murdered victims moved to the back of his mind. Jane was safe and with her brother. "That's a blessing. Any word on Doctor Isles?"

"Tommy found Jane? The little shit actually found her. Is she OK? Where are they?" Korsak demanded pulling into the parking lot of the second quadruple homicide.

"Don't worry about your Mom. We'll all take care of her. You just get Jane whatever she needs and keep us informed. And Tom, good work man!"

Tommy stood behind a massive oak tree watching Frost and Korsak exit the car. He ran a hand across his sister's fevered brow. He needed to get Jane somewhere safe. She needed time to let the drug clear her system. He had seen enough heroin addicts in prison to know his sister was locked in a private hell inside her own body.

He had no way of knowing how much she had been injected with, or how pure the mixture. When he found her she was walking through a snow drift with a pink flamingo and Rondo. For the moment, she was in a fitful slumber. He watched her hands and legs twitch and flail. He pressed a soothing hand to her brown and crooned nonsense words of comfort. There was only one person he could trust to look after her and keep her safe. If her Captain found out about the drug, he would send her through a detox program to make sure she was clean and fit to return to work. The Rizzoli's preferred to work through their own demons on their own, no clinics or shrinks.

"Listen Jane, we gotta get out of here. This place will be crawling with crime scene techs and a shit load of cops. I'll keep you safe. I promise." Tommy gently lifted the still sleeping Jane and hurried to Frankie's truck hidden behind the trees.

Inside the convenience store, Frost and Korsak were staring at a 19 year old with most of his brain splattered over the counter and cash register. Frost pressed his hand over his mouth praying his heaving stomach would not betray him inside the store.

"Go on, get some fresh air. Take a look at the bodies in the parking lot." Korsak was fighting his own battle of the queasies. Must have been that greasy sausage and biscuit he had for breakfast. He waited until Frost was gone and made his way to the unisex bathroom. His foot hit something round almost sending him crashing face first into the open door.

"It can't be…." He regained his balance and stood looking at the object now lying against the wall. "Frost, get in here. I found something!"

"More blood and guts." Frost griped rushing past the counter. "All I got are two dead white males with huge holes in their heads." He saw the pen and dropped to his haunches. "That looks like Doctor Isles Mont Blanc. She never leaves that pen. Her Mother gave it to her when she graduated Medical school. "

"So you think they were here too." Korsak muttered. "That car in the parking lot, ten bucks says it's Jane's cruiser."

"No bet. I already verified with the station. Frankie is chomping at the bit to go tearing a piece out of Frank senior's behind. Matthews had to send him out on street patrol. Let's get it over with and check out the other body."

The CSU arrived and began bagging and tagging the evidence. Both Frost and Korsak made sure they knew to check the pen for fingerprints. The pick up and Jane's cruiser were loaded on wreckers and driven back to the station garage for a thorough examination. Impressions were taken of tire prints outside the back door. The bodies of the four victims were loaded in the back of two coroner's vans and sent back to the morgue.

"We're only six miles from the cabin." Frost mused.

"I feel the need for a drive in the country." Korsak fished the keys from his pocket and headed for the car. "Do you think Pa and the little woman will be home?"

"Oh, I hope so." Frost linked his fingers and cracked his knuckles like a Hollywood gangster.

The two lapsed into a companionable silence until the turn off for the cabin came into view. "So you wanna be good cop or bad cop?" Frost chuckled. He knew Korsak wanted a piece of Frank senior.

"You can be good cop. I'm gonna be bad cop. If this piece of crap gives me just half a chance…"

"Speak of the devil himself." Frost pointed to Frank Rizzoli loading the trunk of a Cadillac. "Guess the romantic getaway is over."

"Taking a trip?" Korsak called parking with less than an inch between the bumper of the two cars.

"I got nothing to say to either of you. Go talk to my abusive son!" Frank snarled slamming the trunk closed.

"Frankie did that?"

My money's on Tommy." Korsak chuckled.

"Ungrateful little pup got in my face demanding to know where Janie and her….friend were. I told him to calm down and he slugged me." Frank gestured to his swollen eye.

"Just a father son chat and he took a swing at you. I'm sure you didn't say anything to upset him." Frost offered in his friendliest voice.

"Exactly. He was yelling about Janie being in danger and that I should be helping find her. Jane can take care of herself. I taught all my kids to take care of themselves."

"Yeah you're Father of the Year material. Speaking of Jane, you seen her today?" Korsak barked.

"I'm telling you like I told Angela!" Frank exploded

"Watch it. Korsak doesn't like it when people talk shit about his friends." Frost cautioned softly.

"Friend, huh. You sniffing around my ex-w…"

Korsak pounced ready to pound Rizzoli into dust. "Easy, Partner. We don't need a brawl on your record." Frost stepped between the two men one hand on Korsak's chest and the other on his weapon. He pushed Korsak toward their car and gave Frank a steady gaze. "If you see Jane or Maura, call the station. C'mon, we need to get back to work."

"If I see either of my ungrateful offspring…" Frank clammed up and stomped toward the cabin.

"Nice visit. Next time we'll bring coffee." Korsak chuckled.

"Shut up and drive us out of here." Frost ordered. Matthews was going to have their heads if Frank complained about this little visit.

"If it isn't the Little Bro of my Vanilla. What can I do for you?" Rondo asked with a wide welcoming smile.

"Jane's in trouble. I need your help, but you can't tell anyone." Tommy looked repeatedly up and down the alley.

"Anything for Vanilla!" Rondo vowed. "Anything in this world or the next."