I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
I would like to thank Rhonda for beta reading this chapter.
Chapter Thirty Six
It had been two long quiet weeks since the second victim had been killed. Tensions were running extremely high between the group from being pressured from both Lieutenant Cavanaugh and the press about solving this case. It was safe to say, Jane, Maura and the rest of the team were exhausted.
"Where are you going?" Riley yawned as she sat up in bed.
"Work." The Italian mumbled from the end of the bed.
"It's half five in the morning?" Riley questioned as she double check the time.
"I know." Jane said as she pulled on a tank top.
"Jane, you don't start until nine." Riley reminded her. It had been a constant thing these past two weeks for Jane to get up early and go into work, only for her to come home late or not at all. Riley knew this case was hard on her finance, but the Italian needed to take some time to herself.
"I know, but I need to go over the evidence again." Jane stretched before walking into the bathroom.
"Jane, honey, you're going to burn yourself out. You need to relax. Maybe take a day off?" Riley suggested as she got out of bed and followed her lover into the bathroom.
"Are you serious? I can't take a day off. Not with a case like this." Jane laughed as she squirted toothpaste onto the small orange tooth brush. The Italian shook her head at the reflection staring back at her. Pale complexion, dark circles under her eyes and thin cheek bones, Jane looked as exhausted as she felt.
"Sweetie, you're so tense and angry. Let me help you relax, please?" Riley asked as she wrapped her arms around Jane's waist from behind and rested her head against the Italian's shoulders.
"I don't need to relax; I need to solve this case."Jane mumbled her mouth full of toothpaste and water.
"You need a day to relax, let all that anger and stress out Jane." Riley whispered as she kissed her girlfriends neck, simultaneously sliding her hand from her waist into Jane's boxers.
"Let me help you." Riley husked as she slid her hand lower, parting her lovers usually slick folds.
"Riley, I am seriously not in the mood." Jane tried to shrug her off before spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth out with water.
The darker girl chose to ignore Jane's attempt to push her away and continued her assault on the Italians neck while she rubbed Jane's clit lightly.
"Oh god." Jane said as she slumped forward using the sink as leverage; her strong grip tightening around the basin.
"Riley, I don't have time for this." Jane gritted through her teeth, feeling anger boil inside her.
"Let me make you cum baby. You'll feel so much better." Riley murmured into Jane's ear as she moved her hand lower and was just about to slip two fingers into her girlfriend.
"No!" Jane shouted as she pushed her girlfriend off her.
"Jane what the-" Riley tried as she nearly fell backwards.
"Why does everything always have to be about sex?" Jane asked frantically.
Riley just stood staring at her lover's outburst, she had no idea what was going on with Jane, but never in their entire relationship had the Italian pushed her off like that. Not sure what to do, she just stood still and said nothing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I said no Riley!" Jane yelled before storming out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
The dark haired woman stood there, shocked and gobsmacked at her girlfriend's reaction, she didn't bother to follow her, she left her to it knowing Jane needed time to cool down before they would be able talk. Jane's mood was not only affecting herself and others around her at work, but also her fiancée. The two hadn't had sex in a few weeks, which was extremely unusual; as they always had a healthy sex life and Riley was tired of it. The dark haired woman was sick of Jane constantly being too exhausted or not in the mood. No more than ten minutes later, she heard the door slam shut before emerging from the bathroom, sighing, she wished this case was solved and closed.
Maura awoke a whole hour and a half before her alarm and she found herself mentally exhausted. No matter how tired she was, she couldn't force herself back to sleep. Yesterday's events were playing on the Doctor's mind and she just wished she could have handle things differently with Jane.
Maura always went on the defensive if anyone said anything about her children; after all it was the Doctor's parenting skill that they were brought up with. At times, Maura could not help but question those skills, so she was extremely sensitive when it came to people giving advice on how to raise her children, good intentions or not.
Looking to her alarm clock, the blue digital numbers read two minutes past five. Maura decided to get up, what good was over thinking her life going to do in the early hours of the morning anyway? She knew she needed to do something, anything to take her mind off everything, even just for a second. Sighing, she undressed herself before hoping into a surprisingly warm shower.
Thinking back to argument with Jane, she cringed at the way she attacked the female detective. Maura knew her heated words were seated in the gross amount of guilt she stilled carried for ripping her children away from their former nanny so many years ago.
'How do I tell my children it was my fault they never saw Jane for ten years? How do I tell them I was having an affair with Jane when she was my student? How do I see their face every day, knowing what I did to her and the kids? How do I tell Jane how sorry I am? How do I tell my children how sorry I am? How do I look into the eyes of the girl I broke?'
Maura shook her head at each and every thought as she stared at the condensation slowly rolling down the shower door. The Doctor didn't even feel the tears as they rolled off her cheeks and down the drain. If only it was that easy to wash away the past, her mistakes.
Maura stepped out of the shower and pulled herself together, she really didn't need all of this, not with the pressure that she was receiving at work on the strangler case. Never in her medical career had Maura felt so stumped, she never had believed in 'a perfect murder'. There was always some evidence left behind whether it was something as simple as; footprints left at the scene or forensic evidence unseen to the naked eye, there was always something. However, as this case wore on, it began to make Maura doubt herself. Doubt her work, worst of all; it made her wonder if the perfect murder theory actually existed and was this it?
The honey blonde made her way into the kitchen. She was dressed in her bath robe as she hand dried her wet hair with a towel. Yawning, Maura flicked on her French press coffee machine and walked to the cupboard to pull out the coffee beans.
"Have you just come home?" Maura asked as he son walked through the back door and into the kitchen, hair messy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Charles just nodded his head and walked to the fridge.
"You have school in-in less than three hours." Maura checked her watch before placing her hand on her hip and staring at her son.
"So?" The brown haired teen asked.
"So? So you need a good night's rest to prepare yourself for school." Maura felt rather taken back by her son's lack of interest in school.
Charles shrugged his shoulders at his mother and drank from the carton of orange juice.
"Honey, can you please use a glass." Maura asked her son, it was one of the Doctor's pet peeves when people drank from a shared bottle.
"What's the point? It's quicker, less washing and easier." Charles argued.
"Charles, just do what I asked." Maura begged she really wasn't in the mood to argue.
The older boy rolled his eyes and huffed as he slammed the carton of juice back in the fridge.
"I don't want you staying out on school nights anymore." Maura said as she looked at her son with a stern look.
"What? You can't do that, I'm not a child." Charles snapped, turning to face his mother.
"I'm your mother and I can do as a please as long as you live under my roof." Maura's tone told her son she wasn't joking.
"This is bullshit." Charles said under his breath as he walked off.
"Watch your language young man." Maura raised her voice.
Maura's eldest son scoffed before he walked out of the kitchen.
Maura was tired of her son's attitude and tone, she really needed to have a sit down with him, but everything was getting to be too much. Maybe Jane was right, maybe Maura needed to stop trying to control him and let him get on with it. The honey blonde shook her head and grabbed her case files out her bag before heading upstairs.
Jane was still in a foul mood when she arrived at the station an hour later. She was glad she had came in extra early; she really couldn't deal with seeing anyone else with her temper still at boiling point range. Nodding to a few officers, she knew the one thing that would calm her down, a hard workout; so she headed to the gym.
As Jane passed the bullpen on the way, she was glad to see no one was in yet. She really needed this time to herself, to let out all of the anger and frustration that had been building up with this case. Taking a deep breath, she continued to her locker. Once the Italian was dressed out in shorts and a grey BPD t-shirt, she wrapped her hands up in white athletic tape and made a beeline for the punching bag.
However, as Jane made her way through the empty gym, she heard soft music playing and pulled a face. Following the noise through to the mirrored side of the room, her heart sank when she saw that Doctor Isles was also in the gym. The honey blonde was seated on a blue mat, her legs crossed and her arms wide in the air, holding an odd pose, Jane assumed it was a yoga position.
The Doctor had a baggy, turquoise jumper on that hung off her shoulders, revealing the straps of a black bra and tight grey running pants that hugged her shapely legs. Her feet were bare and her usually prim and proper hair was pulled back out of her face and into a low pony tail, with two layers tucked behind her ears, holding back her fringe. Jane watched for a few minutes as her heavy chest rose and fell slowly as she inhaled air through her nose and as her eyes twitched ever so slightly as though she was concentrating. Yes, Doctor Isles was the last person she wanted to see or be around right now; but before she could back away and avoid the M.E. Maura opened her eyes to find dark brown orbs looking at her.
"Oh, g-good morning Detective Rizzoli." The Doctor said politely as she lost her balance.
"Mornin' Doctor Isles." Jane mumbled, feeling slightly awkward.
"You're up early." Maura uncrossed her legs as she tried to make small talk.
"Mmhm. Wanted to hit the gym." Jane replied as she rubbed her arm up and down, her words terse because of her grudge.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realise this was your quiet place. I'll gather my things and get out of your way." Maura said as she began to gather up her things.
Jane couldn't help to react to the blonds over stressed appearance and before she could over think it, her kinder side won out.
"No, it's fine. You won't bother me. I'-I'll just be over here." Jane nodded her head before walking off.
"I'll turn my music down." Jane heard the blond say; the detective threw her hand up in acknowledgement.
Maura was extremely happy she didn't have to leave. Unknown to Jane, Maura needed this form of relaxation just as much as Jane. This case, Charles and everything with Jane was piling up on top of the Doctor and she was finding it more difficult to deal with it all. Away from it all, in a quiet place doing Yoga was the only thing Maura found to be slightly relaxing at the moment.
Maura re-positioned herself and got back into her state of calmness. Closing her eyes she began to block everything out and listen to the music, concentrating on inhaling and exhaling. Not long into her routine, a constant thumping interrupted her. Opening her eyes, she saw Jane was jumping on the spot and punching the red bag so fast and brutal, that it was obvious something was on her mind. Maura watched for a few more minutes as those strong, tanned, now sweaty arms continued to flex with each strike to the bag with extreme force. Maura was beginning to get worried as the Italian repeatedly strained the muscles in her body. Maura knew with this kind of repetitive motion combined with the amount of force Jane was exerting, injury to the detective's upper muscular system was imminent.
"Detective?" Maura said as she got up to approach the Italian.
"Detective Rizzoli?" Maura tried again, but still received no reply.
Maura sensed that Jane was in deep thought; as she came up behind her. Unable to gain her attention verbally, she reached out and tapped the Detective on the shoulder. What Maura did not know, was that Jane was still somewhat traumatized because of the torture she received at the hands of Charles Hoyt, aka The Surgeon.
The serial killer was dubbed that because of his affinity for using scalpels. Jane reacted violently as felt someone touch her from behind. The Italian spun around quickly, turned, her fist held high. Jane's survival instinct was to defend herself and hit whoever had startled her, however when she realised it was Maura, she managed to hold her shaking fist.
"Ohhh!" Maura shouted in fright as she fell backwards, losing her footing as she tried to avoid getting hit.
"What the fuck?!" Jane screamed, looking down at a terrified Maura.
"I could have hit you. What the hell were you thinking sneaking up on me?" Jane shouted, much louder.
"I-I-I." Maura stammered, slightly afraid of Jane standing over her.
"Well?" The detective asked her tone slightly softer.
"Y-you were hitting the bag so repetitively and hard tha-t-I wa-was worried you'd strain your muscle and-and i-i-tried to call you, but you didn't hear me." Maura stuttered, still in shock.
Jane's chest rose and fell in gasps as she listened to Maura. Jane suddenly felt abashed as she realised she was standing over Maura and shouting at her aggressively, when really her former lover was only trying to help. Jane softened her face as she stepped back, relaxing her fighting stance. Jane quickly unwrapped her taped hands as she continued to try and calm herself down.
"R-re-repetitive strain injury is extremely common in those who do the same exercises regularly. A-and b-by-judging by how many times you have hit the bag in the space of a few minutes I'd s-" Maura began to nervously sprout out facts.
"I'm sorry." Jane whispered as she held her hands out for Maura to take so she could help the petite woman up.
The Doctor looked at Jane's extended hands and swallowed harshly, pushing herself up, she grabbed those calloused hands and felt herself being pulled.
As soon as their hands touched, a spark flew between them which didn't go unnoticed by either woman. Jane felt as though her hands were on fire and couldn't help, but to feel the softness of Maura's against her calloused ones.
The first thing Maura felt when their hands touched were Jane's rough scars, raised and digging into her softer, delicate finger tips. Maura felt her heart physically hurt as she imagined the pain it must have caused Jane. When Maura was standing properly, neither made the effort to let go of the others hands.
"I-I didn't mean to frighten you." Jane murmured as she avoided eye contact.
"I-it's okay." Maura said her tone just as quiet as she subconsciously moved her thumbs over Jane's scar tissue and began to rub lightly, although Maura had never touched Jane's hands in the past ten years, the action still felt so natural.
Jane closed her eyes at the feeling washing over her palms. When any case became too stressful, her hands became particularly sore. Jane almost moaned at Maura's touch, it felt so good and relaxing. Exhaling, Jane encouraged the hands of her former older lover to work their magic. The last time someone had massaged her hands was four months after her incident with Hoyt. Dr. Reynolds told her to allow someone to rub them at least once a day to keep the blood circulating, but she never bothered. She hated anyone touching them.
"You don't do this often, do you?" Jane heard a small voice whisper.
Opening her eyes, she looked into sincere hazel green ones and tilted her head.
"W-what?" Jane asked.
"Your hands, Jane." Maura squeezed said appendages lightly to emphasize her point."You don't have them massaged often, do you?" Maura repeated.
When the honey blonde saw how confused Jane looked, she continued.
"You should have someone massage the scar tissue in your hands regularly, Jane. It keeps the blood circulating and it softens the scar tissue around the injury site. If you do so, your hands won't hurt as much." Maura informed as she pushed down harder on Jane's palms.
Jane just stared at the Doctor, taking everything she was saying in, but nothing was really processing.
"I know they hurt you, honey. I see you fidget with them when something is bothering you." Maura said looking down at their joined hands. Despite the fact, the scars on Jane's palms were from a serious injury; Maura couldn't help but love the feel of them against her own. She missed this intimacy, she missed her old life and she missed Jane.
Jane followed Maua's line of sight and looked down at their joined hands. How they merged together so perfectly, tanned, slightly bigger, darker hands held by smaller, manicured, pale ones. Suddenly it hit Jane like a ton of bricks; she was allowing Maura, the woman who abandoned her, to touch her hands. The hands she rarely allowed anyone to touch. Jane jerked them out of Maura's hands and felt her blood boil.
"Jane, let me massage them. It's good fo-" Maura began as she reached out for Jane's hands again.
"No." Jane said.
"Jane please, stop being difficult and let me massage them." Maura replied as she tugged Jane's hands.
"I said no. I know what's good for me." Jane grunted.
"I can tell you don't Jane, because your hands are red and swollen." Maura snapped, just as stubborn as her ex lover.
"I don't like or allow anyone to touch my hands. I can deal with you touching anything, but my hands." Jane got all defensive as she held her hands closer to her person.
"You just let me, so give them back. It'll help you Jane." Maura again reached for the Italian.
"I don't need your damn help!" Jane shouted, her voice echoed off the gymnasium walls.
"Jane, scar tissue is made from a very brittle, inflexible, fibrous collagen material. I can't imagine how painful it must have been whe-when," Maura paused to clear the upset from her voice, "when they were injured." Maura stammered, realising she choked up when talking about what she had read.
However, it was Jane's face that terrified Maura. The Doctor realised what she had said and she knew that the detective would be angry at her for knowing the details, because Jane never told her what happened.
"You know." Jane stated in a whispered voice.
"I-I-, ahem, just let me help you Jane, please." Maura replied, ignoring the question.
"You know." Jane repeated, staring at Maura with a mixture of disbelief and malice.
"Jane, you've suffered enough already, just let me help you. Let me massage them." Maura intoned quietly.
"No." Jane said louder this time.
"Oh for god's sake, stop being so stubborn and let me help. This isn't anything to do with the past or me getting forgiveness. You suffered when that damn scalpel pierced clean through your hands and as if that wasn't painful enough, you're putting yourself in more pain to spite yourself because you're too damn proud to forget the past for five minutes and let someone who is a Doctor help you." Maura yelled, as she lost her temper with Jane, her eyes never leaving the Detectives.
The Italian stared into Maura's eyes, not backing down before huffing loudly.
"I don't need your help." Jane yelled as she too lost her temper and stormed out of the gym, not looking back. The Italian was determined not to let the Doctor get to her but it didn't seem to be working. The second Jane rounded the corner; she glanced towards the mirror on the wall and saw the silent tears streaming down her face. It had felt so good for someone to touch and massage her palms. They had been aching constantly for the past two weeks and although it hurt, it strangely felt good. Exhaling loudly, Jane wiped the tears from her eyes, cleared her throat and headed for the changing rooms, refusing to let Doctor Isles see that she still could effect her emotionally.
It was nearing on eleven O'clock when Jane finally appeared in the bullpen. Since her morning spat with Doctor Isles, she had hid out for a while in the evidence garage.
"Hey Jane." Frost greeted his partner as he stretched his arms.
"Sup Frost." The Italian replied as she hauled over another box of old newspaper clippings and police reports from forty years ago.
"What's in the box?" The black man asked, standing up.
"More evidence on the strangler case I found shoved in the cold case storage." Jane pulled off the lid and groaned at the mess in front of her.
"That's a lot of sh-" Frost said laughing.
"Rizzoli." Crowe said entering the bullpen.
"What do you want?" Jane glared at the bald man.
"Jeez, never mind." Crowe huffed before a grin appeared on his face.
"I just thought you'd want to know your cars being towed." The older man whispered with a smug grin.
"What?" Jane shouted as she darted out of the room.
"Excuse me." Frost heard Jane shout as she pushed past a few other detectives.
Jane ran down the hallway, pushing everyone out of her way as she headed for the elevator, just managing to enter before it closed. Pressing the first floor button. She tapped her foot impatiently as the lift seemed to take forever going down.
"Oh come on." Jane grumbled into the small, empty space. Finally the doors opened and she sprinted out into the lobby beyond.
Jane wasted no time. She headed straight for the exit doors, ignoring her mother's hand waving at her. The dark haired woman ran through the metal detector that went off because her gun was still attached to her hip. Outside, Jane spotted Moe.
"Did you tow my car?" Jane snapped as she pointed her finger at the black man.
"Only reason I didn't is because of this guy." Moe, dressed in a blue jump suit said as he pointed to Kenny.
"Thanks Big Moe. I owe you one." Kenny said laughing as he clutched the file in his hand.
"Hey, it's good seeing you again." Moe said grinning.
"Long time, right?" Kenny asked, knowing exactly just how long it had been.
"Yeah. Take it easy." The tow truck driver said as he walked towards the door of his rig.
"Next time, I'm taking it Rizzoli." Moe warned as he stared at Jane.
"Oh good." The Italian replied sarcastically.
"Thank you." Jane murmured as she turned to face Kenny, whilst fiddling with the ends of her sweater.
"Well, us detectives have got to stick together. Cause the bosses are all idiots, right?" Kenny teased, knowing she'd agree.
"Yeah." Jane nodded.
"What are you doing here?" Jane said as she glanced towards the folder in Kenny's hand before looking back at his face.
"I,I uh asked around after I read about the strangling, and, uh, well, the words is that you're a good cop." Kenny choked out, cringing that he had to admit it.
"I thought maybe you could use this." The older man said as he held out the folder towards Jane.
"This is your personal file." Jane said, amazed as she balanced the file and her car keys in her hands.
"Yeah, can you believe I kept it all these years? It's always has been eating away at me too. You know, we all have that one case, you know what I'm talking about, y-you never really close?" Kenny said, pulling a hard face before he cleared his throat.
"This one's mine." The grey haired man pointed at the file.
"Thank you for trusting me with it." Jane said as she eyed Kenny suspiciously.
"Yeah, ah look, uh, it ain't easy for an old fart like me to see a woman doing this job, but you're a good cop." The older man said when he noticed how Jane was looking at him.
"How did you know?" Jane found herself asking with a smile.
"Well, I spent thirty years working with a lot of bad ones." Leahy said laughing as he headed for his car.
Jane smiled to herself, happy to have more potential evidence that could maybe get a break in their case.
"Tell me, uh, you married?" The retired detective paused as he asked. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets while waiting on a reply.
"No." Jane answered quietly, clutching the folder to her chest.
"That's too bad." The older man sympathized.
"Uh, no. I'm engaged, we just haven't set a date." Jane said with a small smile, not entirely sure where this conversation was going.
"Why's that?" Leahy asked.
"Name it, life, work, not enough hours in the day." Jane laughed.
"How does your fiancée feel about what you do?" Kenny continued.
"Sh-she didn't-doesn't want me doing this kind of work…but I love this job." Jane replied, suddenly feeling annoyed by this conversation. She and Riley never really spoke much about this topic. When it did come up, it always turned into a huge argument and neither could settle with what the other wanted. In the end, they agreed to disagree.
"She huh?" The man said in surprise. Jane blushed and nodded.
"Well, this job can break your heart too..." Kenny shrugged as he once again walked towards his car.
"Although not as much as a wife who can't learn to love what you do." The older man mumbled as he exited the building.
Jane stood still for a few minutes, not entirely sure what the point of that conversation was but she couldn't shake that feeling that she hide so well, the feeling that maybe Riley wasn't the one for her if she couldn't love what Jane did. If it ever came to it and Jane had to choose between the two, there wasn't a doubt in the Detective's mind which one she would choose, each and every time.
"Riley could always learn to love what I do, right?" Jane asked herself.
Heading back up to the bullpen, Jane couldn't help thinking about Riley, she felt slightly guilty for their argument this morning and knew she should have dealt with it differently. However, her fiancée should have known better than to annoy Jane when she was dealing with a tough case.
"Is big Moe still alive?" Frost teased.
"Just about." Jane grinned.
"Kenny was downstairs." Jane announced, clutching the file to her chest.
"Oh?" Korsak perked up from slouching at his desk.
"He came in to give me this." Jane held the file out for them both to see.
"It's his personal file on the Boston Strangler." Jane looked between the two men.
"He kept it all these years?" Frost pulled a face.
"Yeah, he said it was his one case, you know the one you never really let go of." Jane replied, knowing exactly what he meant.
"That's a bit odd." Frost said standing up and walking over to the drawing board.
"Not really, the man lost his family and was kicked out of Homicide over this case." Korsak announced as he remembered reading about the Detective losing his job over the scandal.
Jane shrugged before pulling out a hand full of files and newspaper clippings.
"Mug shot." Jane mumbled before furrowing her brows.
"Who's this?" Jane asked herself as she looked at the mug shot of a young man.
"See a name?" Frost asked as he sat forward in his chair.
"Yeah. Redmond Jones." Jane looked to Frost who had already started typing before she darted out of her seat to stand behind him.
"Armed robbery, rape, man-two. Man's a dirt bag." Frost scoffed.
"He's been locked up since 1967." Jane looked over to Korsak who was watching the two from over his glasses.
"Stabbed a guard, got forty more years." Jane added.
"And he was paroled last week." Jane straightened up and looked between the older man and her partner.
"Two days before our first victim was strangled." Frost shook his head and stared at the updated photo of an older man.
"Let's contact Leahy." Jane moved to her desk, grabbed her phone before locking her desk drawer, Frost hot on her heels.
Forty minutes later, Jane, Frost and Leahy were walking up to a small white house in South Boston.
"Redmond Jones, is a career criminal. Aggravated assault, rape, arson-you name it." Leahy said looking at the Italian.
"Born bad." The older man mumbled as they reached the porch.
Jane cleared her throat before knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" They heard a female voice shout.
"It's Boston Police, ma'am." Jane replied.
"They always come home to their Mother." Jane joked as she looked to Frost with a smirk.
The sound of multiple locks being undone was heard before the front door opened to revealed a small, elderly looking woman. She started at Jane, Frost before her eyes landed on Kenny.
"You worthless, fat-assed, piece of crap cop." The older woman said in a strong thick Irish accent.
"I remember you." An old crooked finger pointed at Kenny.
"It's Redmond's Mommy." Kenny Mocked.
"Uh, where's your son ma'am?" Jane asked, drawing the older woman's attention from Kenny to Jane.
"Now why would a skinny, grease ball, dyke Detective be looking for my son?" The older woman laughed at Jane.
The Detective licked her teeth as she took a step forward.
"Ma'am." Frost tried, hoping to defend Jane.
"Oh, holy Mother and all the saints, they sent in us one of those affirmative action cops. What island are you from honey?" Redmond's Mother smirked. Frost looked to Jane and tried not to laughed.
"Does he speak English?" The older woman asked.
Jane could feel herself losing her cool. She was about to speak when Kenny cut across.
"Uh, you guys are doing great. I...I think I'll check around back, before I strangle the old bitch." Kenny mumbled.
"You go! That's right." The old woman shouted as Kenny put his hand up to wave.
"Where was Redmond yesterday?" Jane asked.
"At home, having tea and conversating with his Mother." The older woman snapped.
"I-" Jane was about to reply before she was cut across by the sound of a struggle.
"I'll kill you, you bastard! Son of a bitch! Thanks a lot." Frost and Jane ran from the door and around the back of the house until they're eyes landed on Kenny and who they assumed was Redmond. The convicted criminal had the ex detective in a headlock.
"Cut it out!" Jane shouted as she ran over.
"Come on!" Frost shouted as he got in-between the two men.
Jane grabbed Kenny and pulled him back while Frost yanked Redmond back.
"Okay, okay! Calm down!" Jane shouted.
"Are you okay buddy?" Kenny asked before he landed a punch straight into Redmond's face.
"Hey, come on man! That's' enough." Jane yelled as she pushed Kenny back.
"The old pig started it forty five years ago." Redmond defended.
"And I'll finish it too you-" Kenny lunged forward again.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You are looking to get arrested." Jane snapped in a stern voice.
"Arrest him! He's the Boston Strangler." Kenny huffed.
"If they had done it when I told them to, all those girls would still be alive." The ex-detective lost his temper.
"Maybe it's you doing all the killing, you whiskey-faced Mick prick!" Redmond laughed.
"I'm the Boston frigging Strangler. I strangled little girls while I was hooked up to a dialysis machine." Kenny held his hands up.
"I hope you die nice and slow, you fat-paddy leprechaun." Redmond teased, Kenny again went to hit the older man but Frost grabbed him.
"Hit me again! I could use a million bucks!" Redmond opened his arms and laughed.
"Go to the car! Just go to the car!" Jane screamed in Kenny's face as she pushed him towards the car before shaking her head. Turning to Frost she exhaled and nodded towards the open garage door.
"Hey you can't go in there without a warrant." Redmond snapped.
"Sure I can. It's in plain view now back off." Jane growled.
"Frost." Jane mumbled as she walked over to the window to see a small black and white photo of a young boy leaning against an old car.
"Isn't that the hubcap that Frankie found?" Jane whispered. Frost nodded.
"Hey, nice car. Where is it?"Jane asked as she turned to face Redmond.
"Stolen. The day I go out." Redmond had a distance look on his face.
"You report it?" Jane sighed.
"Oh yeah, well hello, pig." Redmond mimicked speaking on the phone.
"Maybe you didn't report it because you stole it yourself." Jane shook her head as she looked at Frost.
"That's right-kept it perfect for forty years, dumped it in the marina to see if it could swim." Redmond shook his head.
"You're coming down to the station so we can ask you a few more questions.
Redmond huffed but nodded.
"I'll put an APB out on the car." Frost informed before he pulled out his phone.
"Yeah, you do that. You find it, I want it back, you wop pig." Redmond said annoyed.
"Nice family. Frost, watch he doesn't pull a fast one while I drive Leahy home." Jane warned as she walked towards the car.
"I'll send a uniform to come pick you both up." Jane shouted over her shoulder.
She grabbed Kenny by his sleeve and pulled him to her car. With one last look to Frost, she took off. She was anxious to get Kenny back home and herself back to BPD.