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Chapter 6

Maura looked over her shoulder and noticed the car behind them. Through the rain she couldn't make out the face of the person driving or the passenger but she saw the outlines of their shape behind the glass. The shooters were speeding almost as fast as they were and her heart pounded in her throat. Wind and rain swept into the car through the broken window, the cold drops hitting her in the face every few seconds. Her eyes darted back to Jane.

The detective's hands were wrapped tightly around the wheel, her knuckles white. Jane's face was a mask of focus and attention as she manoeuvred the car through Boston's still quiet streets. Tired shrieked as she ran a red light and avoided an oncoming cab. The force with which she threw the wheel the other way slammed Maura back into her seat and her belt cut across her chest.

"What do they want?!" Maura shouted. She struggled to raise her voice over the sound of the engine.

Jane glanced at the medical examiner. "You!"

"But how did they know where we were?!" Maura wondered out loud.

"Clearly we've got a leak somewhere inside BPD," Jane said and her eyes darkened. For a brief moment she flashed back to the moment she found out a cop had been responsible for the siege on BPD years earlier. The siege that almost got her and Frankie killed. She had no time for dirty cops. She hated them and didn't understand how someone could betray everything they stood for.

"Someone on the inside works for the mob and must have told them where you were."

"What are we going to do?"

"We're going to get the hell out of here."

Maura's eyes snapped up and looked at Jane. They took another sharp left hand turn but this time she was more prepared and braced herself. "Shouldn't we go back to BPD?"

"We can't go back to BPD, Maura. If there's someone on the inside they'll just call their little mob friends the minute we walk through the door."

Jane checked her rear view mirror. The car behind them had fallen slightly back and she took this as a sign to put her foot down even more. The car sped up, now driving so fast that she struggled to keep it under control.

Maura heaved a sigh and ran her hands through her hair. The adrenaline pumped through her veins at rapid speed. "So where are we going?"

"I don't know," Jane confessed. "But I'll think of something." She noticed the car behind them closing in and she looked at Maura. "Hold on."

She threw the wheel to the right and the car spun around. She kept turning it, never taking her eyes off the road. There was traffic coming from all directions and she only had one chance to get this right. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the car skid. She could smell the burning rubber and a faint plume of smoke circled up into the air. The road surface underneath the vehicle was wet, making her attempt to escape even more difficult.

At the last second she grabbed the wheel again and forced it back into its normal position. The car had done a full turn around and was now facing the other way. From behind them a bus and a transit van approached and Jane's lips curled up into a smile as she hit the gas again. The car that had been following them was forced to carry on, unable to find a space in traffic to turn like she did. She made sure to look up and try to identify the driver as they went past. It happened so fast and she only caught a glimpse of dark hair.

Maura lifted her head up from her hands. She felt sick and the colour had drained from her face. The palms of her hands were sweaty and she was trembling.

"What the hell, Jane?"

"I've got an idea," Jane said as she slowly cut her way through the traffic. As she checked her mirror she noticed the car was gone. She then looked at Maura and saw the terror in her eyes. She reached out her right hand and placed it on Maura's knee. "I'm sorry, Maur. I had to get rid of him."

Maura nodded. "Get to the Interstate," she said, her voice still shaky. "I know a place we can go." Their eyes connected. "Somewhere safe."

"Where?"

"My parents have a place in Cape Cod."

Jane couldn't help but smile. "Of course they do."

"It's a summer house. It's been a while since I've last been now that mother spends most of her time in Europe. But she tries to go back at least once a year. She says it gives her great inspiration for her art."

"Maura, Cape Cod is a decent drive away. In this morning's traffic it's going to take the best part of an hour and a half."

Maura gave Jane a knowing look. "Look, Jane, not many people know about that place. You didn't know about it until I just mentioned it to you. They're not going to look for us there, are they?"

Jane couldn't argue with her best friend's logic. She found the easiest and quickest way through Boston towards the Interstate and joined the start of that morning's rush hour traffic. Every few minutes she would check the rear view mirror but she never saw the car again. Still it took over twenty minutes for her to relax enough that her grip on the steering wheel loosened.

The rain finally eased off when they were about half way. Jane's clothes were soaked and were clinging to her frame. For the first half of their journey the water had continued to come through the broken window. Her sweats were soggy and heavy. The water had made the blood stains in her clothes look worse than they were but now that the adrenaline wore off Jane became aware of the dull ache in her arm.

The wind was still bitter cold and with her wet clothes Jane could feel the chill. She had no way of protecting herself. Strands of damp hair fell into her eyes and she kept brushing them away, every stroke of her hand a little more ferocious than the one before.

They didn't talk much. Jane couldn't think of anything to say and every so often when she looked beside her Maura was staring out of the window. The world outside flashed by. The closer they came to Cape Cod, the quieter the roads became.

Jane had never been to Cape Cod. She knew it from the TV adverts and postcards but she had never seen it for herself. Her family trips to the seaside when she was younger were to Massachusetts Bay. As they crossed Sagamore Bridge across the canal, connecting the mainland to Cape Cod, Jane got to see first-hand how beautiful this small part of the country really was. Now that the morning sun had managed to climb over the horizon it created a stunning vision of golden light dancing across the river.

"You know where you're going?" she asked Maura after they had crossed the bridge and she nodded.

Following Maura's directions they drove into a small town. Jane could smell the fresh sea air through the broken window. It was as if she could smell the holidays from her childhood all over again. They left the town behind them and drove up a small, narrow lane that seemed to have no end. As they drove Jane noticed the large, expensive houses behind automatic gates. This was the image of Cape Cod that she had these days. A place where people had their second home and spent the summer.

"The next one your right," Maura said softly when they had passed yet another stunning looking house. "It's the one at the end of the road."

They reached the high metal gates and Maura leant in towards Jane to give her the code for the keypad. Jane pressed the digits seven, five, three, eight and with a soft buzzing sound the gates swung open, revealing a neatly paved driveway that turned left at the end. The lawns were neatly cut and the flowerbeds still looked colourful and bright even at this time of year.

When Jane turned left a soft gasp escaped her. The house that appeared at the end of the drive was perhaps the most beautiful one of all. A relatively new looking house built in colonial style; the bricks were pure white and the roof black. Endless rows of windows overlooked the drive and the green lawns and she suspected the ones on the first and second floor overlooked the Bay.

She parked the car at the side of the house, out of sight, and followed Maura as she walked to the front door. She arched an eyebrow when she saw Maura reach behind the outside light. A triumphant smile graced Maura's face when she showed Jane the front door key.

"Really?" she asked

Maura shrugged. "Why not?"

She stuck the key into the lock and the door opened. They stepped into the hallway and Jane's eyes drifted around. Large, with a high ceiling and solid wooden floors, the hallway only gave a glimpse of what was still to come. The walls were painted in a warm shade of cream. A large staircase led to the second floor but Jane followed Maura through the hallway and into an enormous kitchen.

She whistled through her teeth. The white polished unit and the black marble top looked expensive. There were more cupboards and drawers than Jane thought could ever fit into a kitchen. The wooden floor continued in here and the kitchen extended into a dining room, with a table big enough to sit ten people. As she had expected the windows overlooked back garden, with lawns as neatly kept as the one at the front. The garden just seemed to disappear and Jane felt her heart rate quicken she saw the ocean.

"Maura, this place is beautiful," she said softly.

Maura looked at the detective. Jane's shirt and sweats were covered in blood. Now that Jane stood in the middle of the kitchen she finally got a chance to search for the source of the bleeding and noticed the long, jagged cut across Jane's forearm. It had stopped bleeding a little while ago. Maura couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Jane's muscular shoulders and the rest of her slender frame. The fabric of her clothes clung to her body so perfectly. Her curls fell down her back like an endless black waterfall.

"Should we call Korsak and Frost?" Maura said, breaking the spell. She reached into her pocket and gave Jane her phone. Their fingers brushed against each other and Maura felt the sudden shock of electricity shoot through her body. She pulled back, looking a little startled and her eyes briefly found Jane's.

Jane tried to smile but she felt the warm sensation creep up along her arm. It had started in her fingers but was mow travelling further along her body. She averted her eyes and scrolled through Maura's contacts before finding Korsak. She pressed the 'dial' button and waited.

"Sargent Korsak."

"Vince, it's me."

"Jane! I was just about to call you."

Jane's breath hitched. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"They found us, Vince."

"WHAT?!"

Jane ran her hand through her messy hair and unexpected tears welled up in her eyes as the events from that morning flashed through her mind.

"They had a gun. They… they shot through the window, wrecked the apartment," she answered. Her heart hammered in the back of her throat. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to remember the details. "They found us."

"My God," Korsak answered and Jane could hear the soft thud as he fell into his chair. "But how? We were so careful!"

"We've got a rat."

"Jane…"

"I don't like it either, Vince," she said. She sounded bitter. A ball of nausea tangled in her gut. Her eyes drifted across the kitchen and came to a rest at the window. She watched how the waves slowly rolled to shore. "Someone inside BPD found out where Maura and I were staying and told them. It's the only way they could have known we were in Jamaica Plain."

"Apart from me, only three other people knew about this. Frost, Martinez and Cavanaugh."

"You think Martinez would have told anyone in his own squad?"

"Jane, you can't possibly think…"

"I don't know what I think," she interrupted him and she finally looked back at Maura. She leant against the kitchen counter, her hands pushed into her pockets and her eyes fixed on Jane. "All I know is that I had to fight to get Maura and myself out of there. Someone tried to kill both of us this morning." She swallowed hard. The lump in her throat didn't shift. "They're trying to get to us. They're trying to get to all of us."

"Are you allright?" He said it in a way a father checked on his child. Korsak's voice was soft and warm. "Jane, are you or Doctor Isles hurt?"

"No, we're fine," Jane answered. The tremor in her voice was undeniable. Her grip on the phone tightened as the wave of emotions crashed into her. "We're safe."

"As long as you're safe, everything's going to be allright," Korsak answered. "Don't tell me where you are in case they're listening. Get rid of this phone. Try and get a disposable cell from here on. You know the drill, right?"

She nodded. "I know."

"Okay." There was a pause. "Take care of yourself. We're doing everything we can here but this throws a spanner in the works. I don't know who we can trust anymore."

"Remember what we did when we first found out Maura was Doyle's daughter? We kept a lid on it. We didn't talk to anyone outside the unit." She chewed the inside of her cheek. "We haven't got a choice."

"I'll talk to Frost," Korsak answered. "You want me to talk to Frankie and your mother?"

Jane's eyes fluttered shut. "Just keep an eye on them. Frankie will tell you he can look after himself and Ma's going to freak. Maybe send a patrol car past her cousin's house a few times during the night or something. I don't want her worried."

"I'll see what I can do. Hang in there, Jane."

The connection was broken and Jane turned the phone over. She removed the battery and dropped the phone itself on the ground before planting her foot on it. It shattered under her weight and she slowly looked up at Maura. Their gazes locked and Maura slowly stepped forward.

"Let me look at this," she said softly and took Jane's arm.

Her fingers were warm against Jane's cold skin and she slowly turned the detective's arm around so she could look at the wound. She carefully pressed down around the edges and searched Jane's face for any hints of pain. She flinched a little but didn't seem to be in a great deal of discomfort. She looked back at the cut .

"I'll need to clean this," she stated and turned around. She opened one of the cupboards behind her and pulled out a first aid box. She opened it and took one of the wipes. She carefully ripped the packaging and the scent of pure alcohol filled both their noses. "It may sting a little."

Jane let Maura clean her wound. She watched as the doctor's slender fingers moved across her arm, drawing meaningless shapes as she did what she did best. The touch of her hand was soft and warm and erased the cold that had somehow seeped into Jane's bones. The burning sting of the alcohol seemed to be softened by the fact that Maura was the one doing it and Jane relaxed. Her eyes wandered down along the doctor's neckline and lingered a little too long on the soft skin of cleavage that showed. Jane felt the blush creep across her cheeks as in her chest her heart did an unexpected summersault.

"You should shower," Maura said softly when she put the wipes down and looked up to meet Jane's eyes. "You're wet and freezing cold."

She took hold of the detective's hand and led her back to the hall. She started up the stairs and Jane followed without asking questions. She knew they had to talk about what happened earlier that morning but she also understood that this was Maura's way of processing things in her mind. She would have to give the doctor some space before bringing up the subject of the shooter so for now she went along with it.

They reached the first floor and Jane counted five bedrooms by the time Maura had led her to the bathroom. She opened the door and turned around in the doorway. Jane was closely behind her and they bumped into each other. Instantly their gazes were drawn to each other and Jane saw how bright Maura's hazel eyes were.

"There are towels in the cupboard," Maura said as she pointed at the white wooden unit on the other side of the bathroom. She stepped out of the room, her body brushing against Jane's, but did not break the eye contact. Her heart was racing so fast she felt it was about to explode out of her chest. "I'll find you some clothes."

Jane didn't answer. She didn't know what to say. Instead she stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and locked it. She turned to the mirror and stared at her own reflection. The blood stains made her look like she had walked straight out of a horror movie and she suddenly felt the urge to strip off. She peeled the bloodied clothes away from her skin and left them on a pile on the floor. She then stepped into the large shower cubicle and switched on the water. It rained down on her, warm and soothing, and Jane's eyes fluttered shut.

Across the landing Maura had walked into one of the bedrooms and opened one of the wardrobes. She searched through the items of clothing left behind in the house in an attempt to find something that would fit Jane. She eventually settled for a pair of simple black trousers and a sweater. She had just put them on the bed when she felt someone watching her. She spun around and found Jane standing in the bedroom doorway, a towel wrapped around her body. Dark eyes found hazel ones.

"We need to talk."