"Jane? Jane?" Frost came after her when she slammed the door while walking out of the rooms where a suspect was held.
"What?" she turned around like she was going to hit him. Her look was fierce.
"Look, I know you're upset, angry, and God knows what more, but saying you will kill him…" Frost couldn't end his sentence.
"I never said I wanted to kill him, I just said I wanted to finish what I started. Both of them behind bars. It's a start."
Frost knew he couldn't talk any sense into her, so he let it go. He returned to the interrogation room and talked to the man who sat there. He was going to jail for the shooting, but also for being Hoyt's accomplice. How long wasn't decided yet, that was up to the jury and the judge.
Jane was sitting at her desk when Maura walked in. She saw the face of her friend and started to worry.
"Who died?" She looked at Jane, who's head could explode any minute. Not because of a headache, or something else, just because she was filled with so much anger. First he abuses her, and walks away with it, and now, he was shooting like a hunter on his prey. The question is, where was he hunting for, or who? Was Jane the target? Or was it just a random thought? Or maybe it's a diversion so Hoyt could get to Jane. But why do it in broad daylight? Hoyt knew she was working at the police department.
She didn't even noticed Maura when she came out of her trance.
"What are you doing her?"
"Checking on you."
"I'm fine, really." Saying that it looked like a standard thing. 'I'm fine' was her reply to everything when it came down on her feelings.
"And I came her to tell you there's a body brought in just a few minutes ago."
Jane looked up at Maura. "Does it look like murder?" Maura nodded.
Jane stood up and walked with her down to the morgue. Before she entered the autopsy room, she had to put on an apron and rubber gloves.
Maura explained what she had found: "16 year old girl, found in an alley behind a pizza place, bruises around her neck, looks like fingers." Maura looked at Jane. "Violent boyfriend?"
"Could be, but what I can see of the bruises, it must be a person who's taller than 5'11."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well the bruises tell that he had very big hands, or she."
"You are never going to guess are you? How many woman are above 5'11 with huge hands? Not many…"
Maura didn't so speculations, because she was a woman of science, and scientists don't guess.
"So it could be a boyfriend, but also a parent, uncle, or any other family member?"
Maura nodded confirming that could be the case.