With a single glance any distracted walker could guess that that was a crime scene. The pack of forensic investigators surrounded a huge broken window and a great stain of blood scattered over the floor, where a white line drew a human figure beside the brown armchair sprinkled of red stains.

Detective Porter leaned on the frame door of Wilcox's consulting-room. 'God! It seemed a tornado had passed over here.' She thought looking at the spreading furniture. 'What am I doing? It's a mistake to be here.' Although her brain screamed at her 'Get out of there!' she took a step ahead.

Everyone worked absorbed into its job so no one paid attention to the reddish-brown woman with a badge hung from her belt. She was just one of the dozen policemen inside the apartment.

She approached to one of the physician who carefully was collecting, with a forceps, some samples of the dry blood on the wall. The amber skin man, with Arabian physiognomy and two huge expressive brown eyes, ogled the feminine figure near him. Solicitously, with a wide smile on his face, he raised asking in a perfect English accent, "What can I do for you Detective?" She hesitated and he misinterpreted her vacillation. "My parents were from India but I'm a genuine English gentleman." He assured grinning, "Let me introduce myself," with a reverence, "Dr. Mehesh Vijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy."

She smiled at him when a voice whispered near her ear. "We call him 'Bug.' His name is a real tongue twister." She spun her head finding a tall, extremely thin and long straight hair man. "Dr. Nigel Townsend, at your service." He introduced himself shaking vigorously her hand.

Jane couldn't help but smile when 'bug' elbowed his partner. "I'm talking to detective Porter!"

Smiling Nigel added. "Now 'we' are talking with Detective Porter. It is not necessary to be rude my friend. What can do for you Detective?"

Jane smirked, it wasn't right what she was doing. Once again she put her super-ego aside and asked. "Could you tell me the outstanding detail of the case up till now? I just came and… I didn't make my homework." She showed her best please-save-me face.

Both men start to talk at the same time, but Nigel followed the explanation with teacher's tone. "Up till now we can establish that the victim had died because of multiple stabs. We have found two types of blood on his body, one of himself and other from the presumably homicide, John Clayton Jr." He whispered gossiping, "It seems that his wife had an affair with the dear doctor and her jealous husband stabbed him."

"Clayton's wife didn't have an affair with Wilcox." She affirmed upsettingly. "How do you know that Clayton stabbed the victim?" It wasn't easy to remain calm and composed hearing those words but she swallowed her anger and kept listen to them.

"His finger prints and blood was on the homicidal weapon." Bug answered. "A night guard surprised him leaned over the victim with the knife in his hand."

"It seems that the guy was drugged." Nigel continued, "The results of his blood test are not still available but presumably the guy used some kind of anabolic drug. He was disoriented but ten policemen couldn't stop him. Seven still are at the hospital with several broken bones."

She didn't reply, just smiled at them. "Something else?"

They looked at each other. "We have to wait that Jordan… Dr. Cavanaugh finishes the victim's autopsy."

Even she had wanted to get more information she was endangering herself too much. After a quick good-bye exchange between them she walked out of the room. She left the building without incidents.

Walking on the sidewalk she started to think. She had enough material into her brain. No matter how much she analyzed the facts, something didn't fit in the panorama schematized by the forensic investigators. John hated needles and he could detect any substance into his meal or drink. How he got drugged? And if he was really drugged… maybe John didn't know what he was doing.

Suddenly she stopped her stroll on the sidewalk. "Where John took the knife?" He didn't use any weapon. Was a knife in the Larry's consulting-office? Perhaps John and Larry had fight and… Could be an accident? She presumed that John killed him and she didn't let him a chance to explain what happened. How many times had she accused him of being intransigent, inflexible and stubborn? And now she had behaved the same way. She didn't talk with Kathleen since John's arrest and maybe she had priceless information. 'I am a fool,' the Detective reproached herself walking faster toward the mansion.

……………………

His sad green-blue eyes scanned the limpid sky. It was his first time in the prison backyard which was surrounded by high walls. Nothing would stop him if he wanted to climb. But there was no reason to escape, nobody on the other side of the wall was waiting for him. He was alone.

His anger turned to deep blues that were nailed deep into his heart. Loosing Jane implied he was losing his whole world. The memory of her scent impregnated his memory. The same scent he perceived in Larry's office two nights ago. The outline of two entangled figures in the window and her perfume combined perfectly into his recollection. She was there, he didn't doubt it. Everything else was confusion. He pressed his temples. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't remember what had happened after breaking the window glass. It was frustrating and disturbing at the same time. Had he killed him? That was a question he couldn't honestly answer. Everyone, even Jane, was sure that he had killed the doctor but he couldn't remember it, although he had a powerful reason to kill him.

Tarzan sighed heavily. He had trusted Larry, he had followed his advice and the man had betrayed him. John was aware that he needed to control his temper and his aggressive respond to the outside world. Dr. Wilcox seemed to understand what was happening inside him.

At first everything was alright, but one day John had introduced the doctor to his wife. They harmonized quickly. It was Larry's advise to start therapy together. John perceived the change in Larry's scent almost immediately after knowing Jane. But his wife scent changed gradually as the relationship deteriorated. Why had everything worsened when it should have improved? Progressively the couple began to fight until the coexistence had become almost intolerable. An intriguing thought crossed his mind. Could 'that' have been Larry's plan from the beginning?

Lost inside his lucubration Tarzan perceived a corpulent body sitting down next to him. "Hi goldilocks," he mocked. "Are you dreaming of your boyfriend?" His crowd laughed. The ape-man eyed the five hulks standing around him. The humans were not too much different from the simians he knew. The alpha male was here to clarify who was the leader of the pack. Tarzan didn't reply, he was not interested in his leadership. "I'm talking to you goldilocks." The guy said pushing him. John grunted but the fellow didn't understand his warning. "Do you know what we do with rabid dogs like you?" from his pocket the brainless guy extracted a knife, its blade straightened before the ape-man eyes, "we castrate…" He couldn't finish the sentence. None of his five henchmen was on their foot after John spun hitting their feet with his out stretched leg. John rose abruptly enfolding the jerk's neck with his hand, without reacting, the boaster's back hit the wall near him.

The guards ran to control the convicts. Each guard right hand brandished a stick. One of them tried to hit the ape-man. John sighed, the humans were so predictable. Without detaching his hand from the stupid fellow's neck, he grabbed the stick with his free hand and with a simple twist of wrist he broke it. Everyone around stopped when they heard the wood break.

Threateningly Tarzan's head spun gazing to the fearful guy caught among his fingers. "Don't you dare to bother me again." The pale guy fell down from the fence as he loosened his grip. Exhaling noisily he walked toward the guards. "You can take me to my cell. I won't resist." He said walking inside. The guards followed him at prudent distance.

…….…

"You loose the notion of the time when you're in jail kid." The old man cleared the throat and spit aside.

"I'm not a kid Horace!" the barefoot man protested hitting the wall several times as he walked.

"At my age everyone else is a 'kid', kid." The elder grunted. "Soon I will celebrate my fiftieth year locked here. So trust me, calm down, sit down and saves your strength. You had spent only four days here, but probably this room will be your residence for long time." His room mate snorted annoyingly and anxiously, but he didn't stop to pace back and forth. 'God! He is a weird and funny kid.' Horace thought watching him move as a caged animal. 'It's weird his way to walk, his way to balance his arms and his head. He seemed to be a giant simian…' the old man smirkedleaning on the ruined chair. 'Who knows, maybe he is the missing link!' Truth must been told, he didn't care what the kid was or wanted to be, Horace lived better since the savage Clayton arrived at the prison. After the backyard's incident no one dared to bother him again. Even he stopped two fights just grunting loud. So the old man chose to seat near him looking for his protection and this newly strange friendship began.

A guard approached to the bars hitting it with his cane, "Clayton you have a visit!" John grunted and the man stepped back yelling "I don't fear you Clayton. Shut up." But it was obvious that he was intimidated by the blond-barefoot man.

The alpha grinned mumbling something intelligible as he crossed his arms over his wide chest, then he assured. "I'll behave." Reluctantly the guard opened the cell door. Clayton never attacked any guard up till now.

Tarzan was excited, thrilled and nervous at the same time. Nobody had come to visit him since he had broken all the furniture into the detention room when Jane… his heart ached just remembering her words. Opposed feelings furrowed his heart thinking that she could come to see him. He terribly missed her but the deep wound that she caused still festered.

Crestfallenly, pensively, sunk into his awful thoughts, the ape-man was driven into an enclosure with twenty armored glass's cubicles. "Take a seat and wait," was the guard command. Slowly he sat down watching distractedly at the anguish spectacle around him: disturbed people walking, bitter tears eyes, whispers, pain, and armed guards everywhere.

His traveling eyes stopped at the meticulously shaving face that smiled at him mockingly. Tarzan's facial expression darkened. How had he dared? "Leave!" John said without hiding his dislike.

"That is the way you treat the only person that has come to see you! I'm deeply wounded." The man said with disdainful tone.

"Leave!" He repeated forcing his rigid jaw. He was the last person John wanted to see.

"When will you recognize what I did for you?"

"I recognize it. That's why I can't forgive you." John made an awkward silence, "Dear uncle…"

Richard laughed at first but his tone became more serious watching his nephew's grimace, then he assured. "It was matter of time boy." Some dark shadow crossed his eyes. "You're too naïve." with no jeer rake on his face he confessed. "I didn't come here to make fun of you." It was difficult for the old man. No matter how he tried, Kath and John's personal bitch had poisoned his nephew's mind. "Although you don't want to recognize it," he panted assuring, "I love you John. I'm here to make you open your eyes and help you."

"The word 'help' is out of your vocabulary."

The successful businessman sighed. "You're a fool John. She has deceived you and now you're gonna spend the rest of your life paying it if you don't wake up and defend yourself." John's face expression change lightly and Richard sketched his ironic smile again. "This bitch caught you out, she did it very well by the way. She married you, looked for a lover, and told you what she did knowing exactly what you will do. The beast inside you runs to kill him. You end up here and she can gladly enjoy your money."

John grinned shaking his head. "The criminal sees criminal behavior in everyone around him."

"Ok. Don't listen to me." Richard rose from his seat, "but look where you are and why. It was a pleasure to see you again." He said as he turned leaving the cubicle.

Tarzan stared at the empty seat. He was shocked by Richard's statement. His uncle had a vicious and gnarled mind. Jane had never made on purpose something like that. Didn't she?

He hadn't moved of his chair when a slender blond woman occupied the seat abandoned by Richard some seconds ago. Their gaze intertwined. She stayed there looking at him for more than one minute. Finally she spoke. "I had to watch the face of Larry's murderer once more." Her eyes seemed empty, cold, something lacked inside her. "The one I love had died because of you. He was the most important thing in my life." Neither a tear leaned out of her eyes when she got up, slowly, leaning in. Her nose touched the glass and, with a chilly tone that froze Tarzan's heart, she assured. "I will do the same to you…"

……………..

"Porter!" Captain Connor's voice screeched behind her back. Instinctively the detective held up his hands defensively, "Came to my office, now!"

Although at the beginning it was just a stubborn reaction to the Clayton family requirements, Jane was glad to keep her job after the wedding. Right now she needed to have her mind occupy with something else than her fears and sorrow. Besides her job let her do some investigations of Tarzan's case otherwise it would be impossible. Would Connor found out her little investigation on the crime scene?

"Close the door," her boss snorted from his desk pointing to the nearest seat, "and sit down"

'All you can say could be used against you, so the best strategy was to stay quiet girl.' She thought tearfully approaching to the desk.

The captain played with his pen for some seconds. She could perceive his nervousness, anxiety and concern. "Porter," he puffed trying to take away any hesitate tone of his voice, "I decided that you will have a bodyguard with you twenty-four hours a day."

She frowned, that was unexpected. "Sir…" she almost said 'it was the stupidest idea I ever heard' but instead she asked. "Why do I need an escort?" Taking a calendar of the Connor's desk, "It's not fool's day so… I don't get the joke sir."

"I wish it would be a joke." He assured wearily, "Porter sit down and make it easy on yourself. What I have to say surly won't please you."

Now she was really scared. Connor was being too kind and that wasn't a good sign. Something hit her brain. "Is John alright?"

The captain smirked. "He is fine, but I can't say the same thing about the guards that tried to stop him when he ran away."

"Is he wounded?"

"Damn Porter!" he exploded, "Did you heard what I said?" How could this stupid woman be worried about that man? He could not really understand her. "You're in danger!"

She shook her head, his word didn't make sense. "He would never hurt me."

"Porter, you're too naïve or too stupid." Desperately the captain shot without mercy. "Your husband had killed his doctor coldly just because he dared to put his eyes on you. The man is like a jealous animal and he really is dangerous. When will you open your eyes and realize that you're in real danger?"

"Sir, with all respect, I think you're exaggerating."

"Jane." He sighed placing his big hand on hers. Fatherly he added, "The evidence spoke for themselves. He killed Wilcox deliberately."

She didn't know if it was or not the right place and moment but she couldn't hold back. "Sir, I suspect that John was under some drug effect…" she started to talk expressing all her doubts about John's case with a long monologue that the captain didn't interrupt. "Captain," as a final point she concluded, "I have not still been able to see the results of the analysis of his blood but I suspect that Wilcox drugged him. I revised the atrium trash and I found a flask and a syringe. They had Wilcox fingerprints." Before he could say something she quickly clarified. "Sam already gave it to the detective Hoyt."

Connor scratched his chin and with some irony he inquired. "Why Wilcox wanted to drug him?"

She just shrugged. "I don't know."

"You are making subterfuges refusing to see the reality around this case. I know it is painful but…"

"Captain." She interrupted him, "I know he can be unpredictable, choleric, uncivilized, obstinate and extremely volatile man. But up till now he had never damaged anybody without a reason."

"Never!" He wanted to laugh, "Porter you seem to forget what happened to Mike," he made a lingering silence, "and his uncle…"

She sighed, "What happen to Michael was an accident and Mike attacked him first, don't forget that he shoot him when John was unarmed." She exhaled noisily, "Personally I believe that John had more than enough reasons to want… to kill Richard, but he didn't." She said remembering the words that stopped him. He always trusted her, not her law, not her rules… "The emotional sequels that Richard Clayton caused on John were one of the reasons we asked for help to Doctor Wilcox." Her words kept coming oppressing her heart as she spoke, "Imagine what he should felt realizing that his psychiatrist, the man who supposed to help him, wanted her wife." Hearing her own word something awaked deep into her brain. Suddenly all his desperation showed up in front of her logic mind and she understood. Instead of helping him she had gotten angry worsening the situation. "Cap, talking to you it was better than my all counseling sessions." Both grinned.

He raised his hand, "Ok. Maybe there are some reasonable doubts in all of the crap that you said." He conceded. "Your husband ran away after his meeting with his uncle…"

"Son of the b…"

"Porter!" He warned loud.

She felt an angry wave crossed her temper. "Don't you see sir? He went there to make fun of John, that immoral bastard..."

The captain smoothed his tone. "Jane. I want a police squad be watching over you. I hope your husband won't harm you this time but just in case..."

She smirked. "Sir they couldn't stop him if he really wants to hurt me. There are already too many policemen in the hospital because they tried to stop him." She sighed touching her belly. "Sir, I have a lot of work to do…"

"Ok Porter. You can go now… but please at least let Sam be with you all the time."

She agreed standing up. It was useless to keep that discussion. No human was capable to stop Tarzan.

As she walked back to her desk her brain couldn't control the whirlpool of ideas and thoughts that were mixing inside. Maybe Connor was right and she was inventing subterfuges to hide the awful truth. 'Why do we get at this point Tarzan?' She moved the chair and sat down. 'Everybody fears you, the Captain, Sam, Kathleen… God! Even I get scared the last time we talked at the atrium…' She remembered her words, 'There is some one new in my life…' She puffed.'What am I gonna do with this new person into my life?' Oh! Life delighted complicating her existence. Suddenly the morning nauseas appeared again, it was the second time this day. She inhaled deeply controlling her needs of vomiting. The nerves betrayed her and a stealthy tear escaped for the small tail of her eye.