* I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I just have the privilege of playing with the characters for a while.
(Chapter Three)
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Jane walked into the morgue hoping to get more information on the stabbings before she went upstairs to notify the parents of their horrible loss. She had the names of the two girls lying coldly facing the ceiling of the morgue already.
A shiver went up her spine for some unknown reason as she looked at them. She had seen so many bodies in this same supine position and yet, a few would just shake her, like these two did. It was similar to an earth quake on the inside of her being and she had no explanation for it.
"Jane… I didn't know you were here." Maura said as she walked into the room from her office dressed in scrubs.
"I just walked in. Our victims' names are Mary Allison Carter twenty…" she said pointing at the first table. Then she pointed at the second table, "…and there is Linda Bethany McDermott nineteen. They were both from Stockbridge, Massachusetts. Alley was enrolled at BCU while Bethany was supposed to start there in the fall."
"Stockbridge…" Maura said looking surprised a bit, "they are a little ways from home. Stockbridge is in the west part of the state. Norman Rockwell did several of his paintings from there. It was first established in 1734 as a mission for the Mahican Indians."
"Maur!" Jane elevated her voice to stop the whole Wikipedia information of Stockbridge, Massachusetts.
"What?" She retorted back sharply being startled by Jane's elevated voice.
"Google much?" Jane said sarcastically.
Maura half smiled at the comment being thankful that Jane was at least displaying her normal disposition at her fact rambling," Sorry… it's just so sad and I talk… trying to think about anything but the waste of youth that is on those tables." Maura said pointing at the bodies.
"I know…" Jane said sighing, "… now I have to go and call two sets of parents and tell them that their daughters are dead." She said just looking off into space.
"Jane… is everything okay?" Maura asked and waited an answer that she thought might not come, with the woman just standing there starring.
"Jane…" she tried again.
"Hummm…" Jane said realizing she needed to answer something but never heard the question.
"I asked if everything is alright with you… I'm getting concerned."
"I'm okay…" She said and half smiled hoping that would satisfy Maura's worry for the moment. "…do you have any information for me before I go call their parents?"
"No… the bodies just arrived for me to autopsy. I made sure that the techs took extra time in prep them... so that no evidence would be lost if there was any to be found."
"Thanks… you are always so thorough on every case… It's what I love about you." Jane said giving the woman a complement before leaving quickly after having the word love slip out. She looked back behind her just in time to see the woman smiling at the statement and was grateful that Maura had taken the word at face value and not how her heart really meant it.
She thought her knees were going to buckle at the bright smile on the woman's face though... but thankfully she made it to the elevator without having an emotional melt down. "God… if this is a sin then I am bound for hell." She thought as she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. She entered the elevator shaking her head trying to clear the thought. "Get a grip Rizzoli… or you will slip up again and lose your best friend." She said to herself in the elevator.
After the personal scolding, she walked to her desk and noticed that Korsak already had pictures up on the board and sighed hard as she sat down in her chair.
"Jane… I can make the calls if you want me to." Korsak said knowing where the deep sighing was coming from.
"No… it's my turn. I got it." She said looking at the older man like "thank you anyway," then turned to get the phone number for Mary Allison Carter's parents out of her notepad.
She had gotten the number from a notebook that was on the table as an emergency contact for the girl. Taking one last deep breath she dialed the number. The call was answered on the third ring with a woman saying "Hello."
"May I speak with Mr. or Mrs. Carter?" She asked.
"I am Mrs. Carter. Who is this?"
"Mrs. Carter… My name is Detective Jane Rizzoli. May I ask if your husband is near you?" Jane asked knowing the woman would be upset and wanted someone near her for the notification just in case she freaked out. It had happened before.
"He is standing right here. What is this all about Detective?" The woman said with her voice rising fearing the worst.
"I am sorry to inform you this way but your daughter Mary Allison Carter was found dead this morning in her townhome in Boston." She said and heard the phone hit the floor. She imagined the woman dropped it with the shock of the news. She waited on the line hoping the woman would pick it back up or the husband would.
She heard muffled voices and a somewhat sound like a woman crying.
"Hello… who is this? If this is some kind of prank I'll…"
"Mr. Carter…" Jane said in the kindest of tone she could, knowing the shock the two must be feeling. "… I wish I could tell you that it was a prank but I am Detective Jane Rizzoli of the Boston Homicide Unit and your daughter was found dead this morning.
"Homicide," he yelled!
"Yes sir."
"Was she murdered?"
"Your daughter is undergoing an autopsy at the moment to determine the cause of death. That is all I am at liberty to say at the moment."
"But you think that she was murdered." Jane could tell the man was running on adrenalin.
"Sir… I can tell you that an investigation into her death has been started and she is undergoing an autopsy at the moment. That is all I can tell you over the phone. If you would please come to the station we can give you more information and you can ID the body.
"ID the body? So… it might not be our Alley! He said grasping for straws.
"Sir… having the body physically ID is protocol. We know it is your daughter Mary Allison Carter. I am truly sorry for your loss."
She almost could feel the reality of her words sink into the man. "Thank you… Detective… my wife and I will be driving to Boston and should be there by this afternoon."
"Yes sir… I will be here when you arrive." She said hanging up the phone. "One down, one to go." She thought as she got on her computer to see if she could get Bethany McDermott's number. Unlike Allison's her emergency contacts were nowhere to be found.
The next-door neighbor had provided the victim's name and said she had moved in with Allison about six months earlier. Jane was wondering if maybe the woman was running from something. There was no driving license or ID in the townhouse that they were able to find.
She ran the full name of Linda Bethany McDermott and found that her parents did live in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. "Here goes nothing," she thought as she called the number. She noticed that the girl had no record and no driver's license at all.
The phone rang several times and she was just about to hang up when a breathless woman answered the phone.
"Hello"
"Am I speaking to Mrs. McDermott?"
"Yes… you are and we don't want anything that you want to sale!" She said and slammed the phone down before Jane could stop her. She regrouped a moment and dialed the number again and tried another approach.
The woman answered and started, "I told you…"
"Mrs. McDermott I am Detective Jane Rizzoli of the Boston Homicide Unit."
"Homicide," the woman slowed her attitude slightly.
"Yes ma'am…" Jane decided the woman was tough enough to handle the news straight forward so she started, "I am sorry to inform you that your daughter was found dead this morning.
"That's impossible… my step daughter is away to Ecuador on a missionary trip. She left over six months ago and she will not return for another six months."
"Ma'am have you been in contact with your daughter since then?"
"She called when she arrived, just before they went into the jungles."
"May I put you on hold for just one moment?"
"Yes… if it's not too long my show is about to come on."
Jane looked at her phone like it had turned into an alien. "No… ma'am it will only take a few moments." She said as she pulled her cell phone off her belt and put the woman on hold.
"Maura… have you run the finger prints yet on the girls that were found this morning."
"Okay… thanks."
She took a deep breath before taking the woman off hold, "Mrs. McDermott I hate to inform you but fingerprints prove that the girl in our morgue is your step daughter Linda Bethany McDermott. If you and your husband would come down to the precinct I will give you more details."
"I will have him call you when he gets back in from his truck run tomorrow… but I believe you are mistaken. Now my gospel show is coming on and I do not want to miss it. I will be praying for you since lying is a sin." She said and slammed the phone down again in Jane's ear.
"For the love of God… no wonder the girl ran away." She thought to herself.
"What's up with you?" Frankie asked his sister after seeing the face she made hanging up the phone.
"Nothing… I just do not get religious people at all. It's thank you Jesus one moment and damn you to hell the next." She said as she turned to Korsak. "You need to write under Bethany that she possible ran away for home." Jane thought to herself, "I would say good for her except that she got killed. Maybe she had fun for at least six months though." Anyway, she hoped did.