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Jane sighs loudly as she pushes the doors to the autopsy room open. Somehow, she still thinks that this gives her arrival an even more dramatic effect, but then the thought, that the ME could think that she's even more upset by now, crosses her mind and she regrets her actions instantly. "Hey, there." She says with a calm voice.

Maura's standing at a computer and looks up with a frown when she hears the detective's calm voice. She's wondering if Jane tries to cover her disgruntled state or if she and Jo actually did not have another disagreement. She decides to ask the Italian later that day. "Hi."

Jane furrows relationship her brows and nods at the table on which the body of Bradley Molloy lays. "What can you tell me about him?"

"He was in quite good shape," the blonde says and finishes the task. She rounds the counter and walks to the table. "But during the autopsy, I noticed that he doesn't have a lot of defensive wounds."

"So he was taken by surprise or he knew the assailant." The detective thinks out loud and the doctor wiggles approvingly her eyebrows. "Cause of death?"

Maura points at an x-ray of Bradley's skull. "Death was caused by blunt force trauma to the skull."

Jane studies the poor man's face and frowns. "What about stabbing wounds in the torso."

"No stabbing wounds at all."

Jane nods slowly and thoughtfully and raises her eyes. "What about his clothes?"

Maura looks in the direction of the lab and nods as well. "Susie's already working on them and the lab works on his blood."

Jane sighs and rubs tiredly her left eye. She isn't quite sure why she feels drained all of a sudden.

"Jane, you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bit tired. Maybe it's time for my next caffeine boost."

Maura quirks an eyebrow and steps closer to the brunette. "Have you eaten yet?"

Jane blinks a couple of times before she looks down at her watch. She hasn't noticed that lunch time is already over. She licks her lips and lied shamelessly, "Yes." She tucks her chin in as soon as a smile threatens to break free. "What?"

"You just lied to me," Maura says matter-of-factly and crosses her arms over her chest.

Jane rolls her eyes and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "I just was at a crime scene and then interview a newly widow. Maybe I forgot the time."

"Maybe," Maura asks slowly and raises her eyebrows high.

The Italian rolls her eyes once again and her shoulders slump. "Fine, I did forget the time."

The blonde sighs dramatically and starts to head towards the door. "Let's go."

Jane lowers confused her eyebrows but indeed follows the ME. "And where are we going?" She wants to know.

Maura doesn't bother to change her clothes and leads the way to the elevator in black scrubs and a white coat. "We go to the Café and get you something to eat. I don't want you to pass out in the middle of the bullpen."

The detective groans annoyed. "I am not a child anymore, Mom."

"When it comes to your eating habits, you are." The ME replies and presses the button of the elevator with a triumphantly smile.

Jane huffs but doesn't say a word anymore.

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"What do you have," Jane asks as she enters the bullpen and takes a bite from her sandwich.

Jo is about to pour herself a cup of coffee and frowns deeply. She is more than sure that her cousin won't like the answer and decides to shut her mouth.

Korsak sips his coffee and looks expectantly at Frankie, who pretends that he hasn't heard his sister's question, and rolls his eyes.

Jane follows the sergeant's eyes and furls her eyebrows when no one's answering her question. "Do I have to ask you guys once again?" She asks and sits down on her chair.

Frankie swallows his groan and straightens up in his own chair. "We don't have much, Jane. I looked closely at his phone but didn't find anything that'd catch my eye. The last call he made was to a pizza delivery service."

Jane slows her chewing and a deep frown finds its way upon her forehead. "I sense a but."

Korsak and Jo are looking at Frankie now as well and it's visible that they wonder if Jane's right.

Frankie smiles broadly at his sister and leans back in his chair. "I also checked his finances and it appears that Molloy spent two hundred bucks weekly."

Korsak looks over the rim of his glasses and shrugs. "I can't see what's so uncommon about that."

"Me neither." Jane agrees and bites into her sandwich. "Besides, it's an unusual high sum for a security officer. Perhaps he bought his wife a little something."

"Every week," Frankie asks skeptically.

"She's pregnant."

Jo steps closer to the glass board and studies the photo of Molloy for a second. "Didn't his wife say that Bradley worked overtime because they had financial issues?"

Jane swallows and nods approvingly. "True."

The other brunette now turns to Jane and looks questioningly at her. "So, why did he withdraw two hundred bucks though he knew that they really needed it."

Jane already has forgotten her food and looks long at Frankie. "What day did Bradley withdraw the sum?"

"Every Thursday." Frankie answers and wiggles his brows.

"We didn't find any slip that tells us for what he needed the money, did we?"

Jo slowly shakes her head and sighs. "Nope."

Jane sighs loudly and glances up at the ceiling. She wonders why they always end up in a dead end when they follow a promising lead. "For how long did he withdraw that kind of money?"

Frankie looks briefly at the screen of his computer and answers, "For four years now."

She looks confused at Korsak as he gets up to his feet and grabs his jacket from the back of his chair. "And where are you going now?"

Korsak puts his jacket on and looks directly at the woman. "I drive to Bradley's bank and see what I can find out. Jo, you wanna join me?"

"Sure." The agent says with a smile.

"Whoa," Jane says louder and glares at the older man. "wait a second. Why are you taking her with you, Korsak?"

The sergeant didn't know that he has to justify his decisions and frowns a little. "Because a federal agent is more useful than a moody Homicide detective at a bank, that's why I take Jo with me." He replies and turns to leave the bullpen with Jo.

"Because a federal agent is more useful than a moody Homicide detective." Jane apes him with the same tone and glares at her brother as he catches her doing so. "What?"

"Nothing," Frankie replies laughingly and gets up from his chair before Jane finally loses her temper.

The Italian growls low and starts to eat her sandwich again.

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Korsak has been right, the bank manager had been more cooperative after Jo flashed her FBI badge and gave them the bank information they wanted to have and told them that Bradley Molloy always met up every Thursday in front of the bank with a young woman and her little daughter. The man also handed them a surveillance camera photo of the said woman so they can head her off later.

He sits behind the steering wheel of his unmarked car and keeps his eyes at the entrance of the bank. He leans forward and nods in the direction of a brunette woman. "Is that her?"

Jo checks the photo and shakes her head. "Close but no. It's not her." She pauses and rubs the back of her neck. "I have the feeling that this mysterious woman was Molloy's affair."

"Yeah," the sergeant agrees and takes a deep breath. "me too. And something tells me that her daughter is also Molloy's."

"You think?"

"Would explain the money, wouldn't it?"

She considers his question and nods once. "But if Molloy had a four-year-old daughter, how did he keep that from his wife. He paid her 10.5 grand per year, totaled up. That means that she got her hands on over forty thousand dollars in those four years."

He furls his brows and turns his head to her. "Do you think that Bradley Molloy's mistress is the person you're looking for?"

Jo doesn't answer his question right away and looks out of the windshield with a deep frown. If she's honest to herself, she really had considered that possibility in the past, though her training told her that most of the serial killers are male. She shakes her head slightly and sighs heavily. "I had the thought, but then I doffed that idea again."

"Why was that?"

"It is proven that the sweeping majority of serial killers are male," Jo says and shrugs absentmindedly. "And women don't kill in that way. Stabbing someone or cleaving a person's head open is too messy, too bloody. Most of the female serial killer kill with poison."

"You are aware of the fact that we're talking about a mass murderer, right?" The older man asks and hates the fact that he's right.

Jo sniffles and smiles a sad smile. "Unfortunately, yes." She leans forward and furls her eyebrows as she spots a woman with a little girl, heading directly towards the bank. "That's her."

Korsak opens the driver' door immediately and gets out of the car as Jo does the same. "Let's have a little chat with her." He says as they walk towards the woman. He can see that she has spotted them as well and that she's thinking about to run off, but then it seems like she remembers that she's not alone and her shoulders slump.

Korsak wonders why this young woman wants to flee as soon as she sees two authoritative person coming up to her and lifts reassuringly his hands. "We just want to talk to you." He says and reveals his badge when he sees the confused look. "I am Detective Korsak and this is Agent Amadeo."

The still nameless woman let the words sink in and then she nods slowly before she follows them with her daughter.