Chapter 29
Jane shifted into third gear as she swerved the BMW i-Series in and out of traffic. Seeing a green light turn to yellow a few blocks down, she grinned and shifted into fourth. The car lurched forward and the purr of the engine increased in volume so much that it sounded as if the doors would fly off. Frost held on tight to the "oh shit!" handle as Jane drove the car like a Formula 1 driver.
"Learn this shit at racing school?"
Jane grinned and shifted down as they powered around a corner and into the neighbourhood where Stacie's studio was. Almost there. Hang on, Maura.
Jane had given explicit instructions that back-up units get no closer than four blocks in case Stacie had set up surveillance – or worse – decided to make a run for it using Maura as a hostage. No. This bitch had taken away the most powerful force in Jane's life and inflicted who knows what kind of trauma. Nobody hurts Maura. She'd made that perfectly clear with Hoyt, with Doyle, with Ian. Between Stacie and Jane, she knew only one of them was going to emerge alive.
Jane passed the 4 block radius and saw units strategically placing themselves in a subtle but inconspicuous circumference.
"Address?" Jane gunned the engine one last time through a red light and turned suddenly on a side street shifting down and coming to a crawl.
"Sixty Eight. About a block and a half up that way."
Frosts cell phone vibrated and he picked it up. He mouthed "Korsack." And Jane moved the car into a cluster of trees and shut off the engine. "She ok? No, we're just on scene, about to—what?" Frosts eyes went wide and he covered the phone and looked at Jane.
"Barry, what the hell?"
"Found Amy. She's OK. They are speaking with her now. Child services are on their way, but Jane. Amy overheard Stacie. She knew Maura had asked to look at the adoption certificate. She knew Maura would have made the discovery. She said she overheard Stacie make a vow that she'd kill Dr. Isles either way – Jane!"
Jane was already out the door and halfway down the block in front of Frost before he could climb out of the car and hang up with Korsak. He knew nothing would stop Jane now, even if it meant her going in alone. It was pure adrenaline and he knew something more driving on Detective Rizzoli. He lengthened his stride. Damn if she was going into that shit storm alone.
