Chapter 3

"When was the last time you saw MJ alive?" Jane asked.

Jack Newman shook his head. "I dunno, I was kinda busy at the bar, you know? Drinking games with random strangers. But I know she was with Chase for a while. They talked, and I think MJ went to the ladies room, and I lost track after that."

Jane saw pain in his eyes. "Do you know of anyone who'd do this?"

"No," he said. "Everyone love- loved MJ. She was the sweetest person ever."

"Did you see anything suspicious, that night?"

"I'm sorry Detective, but I was a little drunk. It was sobering to see the blood in the alley, but that's about what I remember. Chase was really out of it. She passed out, you know?"

"I can imagine this must be hard for her."

Newman nodded. "Not just Chase. Us too. MJ was our friend. No, family. She was like a sister to us."

"Thank you for your time, Mr Kelly," Jane shook his hand.

"Yeah, anything I can do to help," he said. "You got anything yet?"

Jane ignored the question. "Can you remember at what time MJ may have left the Rossi?"

"Nah, I sat with my back to the door, had a arm-wrestling match."

"So you didn't see anything?"

"I just said that, yeah."

Jane took a deep breath to calm herself. "Can you think of anyone who would do this to MJ?"

Kelly nodded. "Yeah, someone who's jelous, or angry 'cause of her relationship with Chase. I dunno, but that seems like motive to me."

"What are you saying?"

"Stanley's always been jelous of MJ. He thought Chase liked him, but then MJ came along and he was shunned."

"That's a serious accusation," Jane said.

Kelly looked her in the eye. "I know."

"What exactly do you do for Chase?"

"Stuff," Stanley said.

Jane sighed. "What kinda stuff?"

"Like dry cleaning, get her lunch, you know, servant stuff." He smiled. "I don't mind it, she pays good."

"Are you close with her?"

"We were," Stanley said, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "But people change. We both changed. But we're still friends."

"Did you get along with MJ?" Jane asked.

"At first, it was rough. I didn't know her that well, but she was always polite and friendly."

"You didn't spend much time with her?"

Stanley shook his head. "You must understand, Detective, I'm not part of the band. I'm not even a groupie."

Jane nodded. "So you're just the butler?"

He grinned. "Chase hates that word."

"Where were you the night MJ died?"

"At the hotel. I didn't go out with the band."

"Did you know where they were going?"

Stanley frowned. "Are you accusing me, detective?"

"I just gotta make sure your alibi checks out."

"Check the hotel security camera's," he said coldly. "I didn't kill MJ."

Kai Rossi grinned at Jane. "Detective Rizzoli," he said. "Its been a while."

Jane grinned back. "Too long. How are you?"

"Good, considering the attention this place is getting from the cops."

"Keeping the press out, right?"

Kai nodded. "Yep, I got my bouncers working overtime."

"I need to know what happened here, Kai." Jane groaned and sunk into a barstool. "Give me a shot," she ordered.

"You off the clock?" He asked suspiciously.

Jane laughed. "Yeah, Kai, I'm off the clock. I just need a drink."

He grinned and poured her a shot of vodka. "Just one, you're driving yourself home."

"I don't get this one," she said, eyes watering from the shot she downed. "I mean, there's so many possibilities. I don't think it was Newman, but Kelly and Stanley are a different story. I gotta check Stanley's alibi." She sighed deeply.

Kai shook his head. "I'm sorry, Rizzoli. I didn't see anything, the place was packed."

Jane nodded. "I know, you're always busy. But are you sure you didn't see anything suspicious?"

"MJ left here at three, she went outside. I don't think she came back."

"She left alone?"

"I really don't know, Jane," his voice softened. "I know this is hard on you, because of Maura-"

"Oh shit!" Jane jumped up. "I gotta go, I completely forgot about dinner!"

A/N: if you have any idea who did it, let me know, I'd like to hear your thoughts!