Episode 21: Sentimental Memories

"Okay, so we know that the family in Stauton didn't have kids?"

"Correct," Wantanabe replied.

"Okay, so wife number one in Naperville, two kids, he just walks away from and no one really knows why, least of all her. She was very surprised to find out about wife number two and wife number three. She was the one that he was trying to keep secret and the one that he always went back to, but something happened that pulled him away from Illinois and brought him here."

"That seems to be the short of it," Huff stated.

"So wife number two in Stauton and Mooreland don't have kids. Wife number three and Mooreland have two kids. Wife number three lives in Rockland. I think that she is a big part of this case. We need to talk to her. Why haven't we talked to her?"

"She keeps rescheduling," Huff told her.

"Okay, no more rescheduling. We're gonna go sit on the house. Wantanabe, you and Ayers, type up everything and see if you can link the second wife and the three wife somehow, financials, cell phone tower pings, something. I think that they were working together. There has to be a link that we aren't seeing."

"And, you're going to grill the third widow and kids?" Wantanabe asked.

"Grill is such a harsh word. No, I'm going to have a conversation with them and look around their house. The house will tell me more about this guy. Something isn't sitting right with all of this and I can't figure out what it is," Jane told him.

"And, if the BAU shows up?" the smaller Asian woman asked.

"Entertain them until we get back. I am sure that they'll want to look over our notes. Give them what we have. Still don't know that they are coming, though."

"If they don't, you know that the brass is going to start a task force," Wantanabe stated.

"Well, here's to hoping we solve this fast or the BAU shows up today," Jane replied as she headed for the door.

Huff just waved at them as they left the building. He didn't say anything as Jane drove out of Boston and to Rockport. He was watching her. He could tell that she was on edge, but he couldn't figure why. He wasn't sure if he should ask, so he didn't. He knew that Jane would say something when she was ready.

They pulled up to the Massachusetts' wife of Mooreland. Her name was Carole Whitehead Mooreland. The two children were named Thomas David and Alexander Hugh. None of that mattered really because Hugh David Mooreland was dead. Jane put the SUV in park in front of the house. She looked at Huff and they disembarked the vehicle and made their way to the front door.

They straightened their jackets and rang the bell. After a few moments, a tall blond haired woman answered the door. She looked them up and down and waited. Jane produced her credentials and showed them to the woman.

"We're looking for Carole Mooreland," Jane stated.

"I'm Carole, Agent. What can I do for you?"

"We need to speak with you about Hugh," Jane replied.

"Is that really necessary?" Carole asked.

"Unfortunately, yes, it is."

"Agent, I found out that my husband isn't legally my husband and depending on how he had everything written. My children and I get nothing. A woman I don't even know in Illinois might now has the rights to my house, my money and anything that Hugh might have left us. And, you want to talk to me about it?"

"We need to know what you know, Ms. Mooreland. I know that this hard for you. I don't know what I would do if I was in your position. And, I get that you don't want to talk about it. I understand that you might want to have get a lawyer to help you through this, but we need to talk to you. So, we can either do that here in the comfort of your home or you can keep refusing us and I'll have to get all agent-y and take you back to Boston and talk to you at the Federal Building in a FBI interview room. Now the choice is yours, Carole. Which would you prefer?" Jane asked her.

Huff stood beside her. He didn't say anything. He figured that Jane had it covered. He could tell that she wasn't leaving until she had a conversation with this third Mrs. Mooreland. They needed answers and Jane was going to get them today somehow.\

"Come in. You have until I have to go pick my kids up at school. That should be plenty of time, yes?" she asked back as she answered.

"Yes, plenty," Jane replied.

They slowly made their way into the home. Jane made sure to look at everything. If Maura's friend from school, Emily had been there, Jane was sure that she would be taking mental images to give the group later and they would be able to get some sort of idea of what the home life really was like. She would be able to dissect what life was like for this Mrs. Mooreland.

Jane looked at the pictures. She kept looking at them as they made their way into the living room. There was a man in the pictures that looked familiar but she couldn't place him. He was in several of the pictures. There was a nagging feeling and when she looked at Huff, she could see that he was on the same wavelength.

She watched as he pulled out his phone. He took some pictures of the pictures that they saw so they could figure out what was going on with that man. He did this while Jane moved her around the room, still looking, and waiting for them to find a place to sit.

"Tell me about Hugh," Jane said as soon as they were seated on the couch.

"He was a good man. He did everything that he could for his family. He was here for a few days every week. He was on the road a lot, but now, I know why. He never made me wonder if there was something else. He was working. To me, he was a truck driver. He was moving around a lot and he took jobs that kept him on the road to keep us happy."

"He did it for the money?" Jane asked.

"Yes."

"Did you ever have issues with money?"

"No, we didn't," Carole stated.

"Can you think of anything that Hugh might have said or done that would have let you know that he was involved with the bank robberies in Boston?"

"No."

"Did he suddenly come into a influx of money?"

"No."

"No?"

"Nothing more than usual. That is why I am so surprised by his death and his involvement with those robberies. It wasn't something that Hugh did, you know? He was a good man. He wouldn't be involved with something like that," Carole told them.

"Is there anyone that you can think of that he was friends with that would have gotten him into something like this?"

"No, no one. I just can't conceive of it. There just wasn't a need for it, you know? He wasn't like that. He was a loving man. And, evidently he had two other families that he is supporting. He did what he had to do to maintain his lifestyle and his families. But, I can't see anyone that we were both friends with that would do this. It just doesn't make sense," Carole told her.

"I agree with you. It doesn't. That is why we wanted to talk to you. We are trying to figure out how he got into this. We think that it is a gang of robbers. He got involved with them for some reason. And, we are trying to get to the bottom of it. But that isn't all. He was killed by someone in the gang."

"So someone that he was working with in the robberies killed him?"

"Yeah, they did. And, they used a really old type of ammunition. We're tracing it now. But, it doesn't make sense though," Jane told her.

"It doesn't?"

"No, Carole, it doesn't. Someone on his team killed him. It wasn't the good Samaritan. It was someone that he knew, someone that he was working with and someone that he had to trust enough to do these robberies with them, and then that person betrayed him," Jane stated.

Carole looked shocked. She didn't know that it was someone in on the robberies that killed her husband. She just knew that he was dead. She might not have known about the cause that got him started, but she knew all too well the effect that it was having on her and her family.

"I don't know who it could be."

"These are some nice pictures of you and your family that you have," Huff added seemingly out of nowhere.

"Thanks," Carole replied.

"Who's that?" Huff asked her as he pointed to the man in question.

"Oh, that. That's my cousin Danny. He helped Hugh get his rig set up for long hauls and stuff. He's a mechanic down at a garage in Newton. That is where Hugh always took his rig to get serviced. Danny was real good to him."

"Why was that?"

"Cause we're family, you know? He wanted to make sure that we were taken care of. Danny always worried about me."

"How old is Danny?"

"I don't know. He was a teenager the first time I met him, but I was still small. He took on a brotherly role, you know? After his parents died, he stayed near our house. My parents took him in, I guess, but he didn't live with us. But, he was always over for Sunday dinner after church. Never missed it."

"Where's Danny now?"

"In Newton, I think. But, he's got a brother that lives down in Virginia, somewhere. It's a small town, real small, I think. In the middle of nowhere. He wanted to take us all down there for a vacation to get away from all the touristy stuff here, but Hugh never had the time, you know? Wishes and hopes turned into nothing more than memories. That's all those are now. Just memories caught in time on paper. I'll never have him back and the man that I love was murdered while committing a crime. What do I tell our kids? Huh? Daddy's gone and he was a bad man. How do you explain that?" Carole asked them.

"I don't know, Carole. I am sorry. I really am sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, Agent," she replied before looking at the clock over the mantle. "I have to go pick up my kids. And, I need to talk to an attorney to make sure that there college funds are sound. If your excuse me."

"Sure," Jane said as they both stood up and made their way to the door. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out a business card. She handed it to Carole. "If you think of anything, no matter how dumb it might sound, call me and tell me about it. We want to find out who killed him. No matter what he was doing. He still deserves justice."

She took the card and nodded. Jane could tell that she was grateful for her words. She knew that everyone would look down on her because of who her husband turned out to really be, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a loving husband and good man. Jane couldn't clear his name, but she could help Frankie find out who killed him.

When they got into the car, Jane let Huff drive. He knew it was because she was in detective mode. Her phone was out and she was texting as fast as she could. He handed her his phone with the photos. When she saw them, she called Ayers and Wantanbe on her phone. As soon as they answered, she put them on speaker.

"Whatcha got?" Ayers asked her.

"It's a cousin. Danny something. Runs a garage or works at it in Newton. He's the one that got Mooreland involved. He's got ties to a small town in Virginia, a brother. He's been close to Carole Mooreland all her life. He's our killer," Jane stated.

"We don't know that," a husky female voice stated.

"Emily?"

"The one and the same," the voice answered.

"Look him up. He got Hugh into the robberies. He wanted to make sure that Carole was cared for and he had the means to have something over him. If his brother lives in Stauton, then Danny had to have caught him with wife number two."

"So he lorded it over him to get to commit felony robbery, but why?" Wantanabe quesitoned.

"For the simple reason that he could. It was blackmail. He needed someone else on the team that he trusted. And, being a mechanic gave him opportunity to get cars that would blend in. Probably used cars that he was working on. We need to look at his shop and his financials."

"Already working it. Seems that cousin Danny has a record," Emily stated.

"For?" Jane asked.

"Robbery," Emily said.

"Got 'em. Now, all we need to do is find his old nine mil and it'll seal his fate. Do whatever you have to do and send us the address. We'll meet you there," Jane said as she hung up the phone and called Frankie.

"We got 'em," she told him. "We'll pick you up on the way. And, tell Maura to get ready in the lab to match some ammunition."

"Who was it?"

"One of the wives' cousins," Jane said.

"Family..."

"Love you, too, Francisco."

"Don't get me started, Janie," Frankie said.

"See you soon, Frankie."

"Love you too, Janie."

"Solved another one, Jane. What are you going to do with your weekend?"

"Spend some time with Maura, outside of the crime lab and maybe just inside our bedroom," Jane told him with a wicked grin.

"Well that was TMI, but good for you. Good for you, Rizzoli. Good for you."