Chapter 10
"Hello, this is Detective Rizzoli of the Boston Police Department, to who am I speaking?"
Other members of the team started to shift, but Jane held up a close fist signalling them to freeze which they did immediately.
"Detective Rizzoli. You may call me Adam."
"Ok, Adam. What do you want?"
Silence
"Do you have the little girl?"
More silence. Jane pantomimes a cell phone and Frost mouth's "we're tracing now."
Grizzly laughter on the phone interrupted Jane's train of thought.
"Right about now, you're trying to triangulate the origins of this call. You think I haven't thought of that? Technology is a useful thing, detective. With all of the right tools, you can fake your position, your voice, your entire public profile if you had the means. And I have the means."
"You seem to know a lot about technology, Adam."
"We live in a digital age, detective. Look why don't you tell your boys to stop trying to trace this call and concentrate on what I'm going to tell you next. Otherwise, I'd be happy to lay out another trail and continue making the BPD look like the keystone cops."
"He knew we'd follow the evidence. The fabrics, the plates." Frost adjusted his vest and snorted, looked at Jane.
Jane held up a hand. "You seem to know a lot about police work too."
"Thank you, detective. I take that as a compliment coming from you."
Jane ignored the flattery. "Ok, so why don't you help me do my job? You know I can't promise anything unless I have proof of life."
"Tomorrow, 6pm Boston Common, Park Street entrance. You'll find a marked, south-facing bench where you will sit and wait. You will come alone. If you're accompanied I will know and Amy will die. Do what I say and you will have your proof of life. Make sure your man gets all that because I won't repeat myself."
Jane looked at Frost who nodded.
"And Rizzoli, you may want to vacate the premises because it's going to blow up in about fifteen seconds. You won't want to be holding this phone."
Click.