"Jane, the people who adopted him, what do they look like?" Frost wonders.
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"You don't know?" Vince raises an eyebrow.
"I've never met them. The adoption agency likes to place children in a family that will look like them."
"Jane I need there names," Frost insists growing more agitated.
"Frost? Something you want to let me in on?" Korsak wonders
"A mother would do anything to protect her child. But, not everyone thinks like Jane does," Frost responds.
"What are you saying?"
"It could be the adoptive mother," Frost theorizes.
The two men shoot out of the room. Jane gathers her things, and leaves the precinct. She starts towards her apartment, but somehow she finds herself at Maura's. She knocks on the door of the guest house. Her mother comes to the door. She cocks her head, and looks at Jane questioningly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
"Of course."
"Ma, there is something I need to tell you."
"Ok," she nods, leading Jane to the couch.
"Do you remember when I went undercover, and I had that really bad car accident?"
"That you lied about, and said was unrelated," Angela adds.
"I didn't lie."
"You lied to me," Angela replies, in a disappointed tone of voice.
"I'm sorry."
"I remember."
"They found one of the people associated with that investigation, dead, today," Jane reveals.
"And?"
"I may be a suspect," Jane adds.
"Why?"
"Do you remember how I moved away?"
"Yes. You refused to let me come see you. You said that you were too busy. It was the worst time of my life," Angela replies, dramatically.
"Mine too."
"Why are you bringing this up?"
"It has to do with what's going on."
"Which is what?" Angela wonders.
"The reason that someone would think I killed him."
"Which is what?"
"What would make you kill someone, ma?"
"I would never kill someone, unless they hurt you, or your brothers."
"Exactly," Jane nods.
"Exactly? I don't understand."
Jane pulls a picture out of her pocket. She shows it to Angela.
"What about him?"
"His name is Owen."
"I know," Angela responds.
"You know?"
"I saw him at the grocery store, yesterday, with his father."
"Ma, I've got to go," Jane tries to downplay the sense panic that is coursing through her body.
"What were you going to tell me?"
"It can wait."
She rushes back to the precinct. She takes a seat at her desk.
"Frost have you gotten a hold of them?"
"Owen's adoptive father died three years ago in a car accident."
"And the mother?"
"We can't find her."
"My mother said that she saw him in the grocery store, with his father, yesterday."
"What are you saying?"
"I think that Nick took him."
"There was no sign of a kid, at that brownstone."
"She probably took him, back. Do you have her address?"
"Yes," he nods.
"Let's go," she insists.
They roll up to the house, in the suburbs. It has a white picket fence, and a manicured lawn. They block the street, four cruisers deep. They group together to come up with a plan. Jane shakes her head. She doesn't say a word. Vince looks at her.
"Jane, why don't you try knocking," he suggests, "Less traumatic."
She nods.
They all watch, from the street, as she approaches the house. She steps up the stairs, and stops at the door. She unclasps her holster. She puts one hand on the gun on her hip. She wears her vest. She knocks on the door. She hears footsteps. She hears the door being unlocked. The door comes open.
She stares at the person on the other side. He smiles at her.
"Hi," he greets.
"Who is it?" a woman calls from inside.
"Jane," he answers.
She furrows her brow, wondering how he knows her name. She looks at him. Then the gunshot goes off. She stares at the boy. He looks at her in fear.
"Are you ok?" she asks.
He nods. She quickly examines him, visually. She notes that he hasn't been hit. She reaches for him, knowing what scene has unfolded inside the house.
"Come on," she offers him her hand.
He steps forward, and hugs her. She scoops him off the ground. She carries him away from the house towards the cruiser. Officers flood past her, towards the house. She places the dark haired little boy in the passenger's seat of the cruiser, leaving the door open. She bends down to his level.
"Are you ok?" she asks him.
"She shot herself."
"I know."
"She said that you would come for me."
"She did? How did you know I was the right person?"
"She said that you'd look like me," he reveals to her.
"I see. Owen what happened?"
"I walked outside to get the mail, the other day, and a car stopped. I was going back inside, when I heard the door slam. I turned around, and a man was running at me. He grabbed me, and threw me into the car."
"Then what happened?"
"He took me for ice cream."
"What else?"
"We went to the grocery store, and got popcorn, and soda, to go with our movie," he recounts.
"Do you know who he was?" Jane wonders.
"He said his name was Nick, and that he was my dad. My real dad."
"What did you say?"
"That I didn't like him," Owen admits.
"Why not?"
"He was angry. And he had lots of guns."
"I have guns," Jane points out.
"You're a cop. He's a bad guy."
"Oh."
"Then she came. He was asleep, on the couch. She told me to wait in the car. I did. I heard two gunshots. Then she came out, and we went home."
"That's it?"
He shakes his head. "No. There's more."
