Vince looks over, he finds Barry shaking his head.
"That can't be right," he insists, staring at the computer screen.
"What's wrong Frost?"
"I just got sent a ton of pictures."
"From who?"
"From Nicholas Bentley's email account."
"Just now?"
"No, yesterday. They went straight to my spam folder. I just noticed them."
"He sent you an email?"
"Yeah."
"What does it say?"
"'If I end up dead, Jane Rizzoli is responsible.' Then there are a bunch of attachments."
"Open them."
"Ok," he nods. He starts clicking. The pictures begin to load. Vince turns around to get his glasses. When he returns to Frost's desk the screen is black.
"What happened?"
"I don't think that she would want us to look at those."
"Look at what? Frost what are you talking about?"
"They're pictures of Jane."
"So?"
"I don't want to look at them, and I don't think that you should either."
"So you turned the screen off?"
"Yes."
"I think that I should be the judge of that."
"Suit yourself."
Vince reaches past him, and flips the screen on. He takes one look, and looks at Barry.
"Keep going."
"Vince," Barry protests.
"I'll do it."
"I just don't think that it's right."
"I'll do it."
"No, I'll do it. You can barely figure out how to turn your computer on."
"Fine," he takes a step back.
Barry scrolls down. There are only two more photos, and both are much less explicit than the first. Barry goes back to his spam folder.
"There's another one, from him."
"Open it!" Vince insists.
Barry opens the email, and the attachment loads. An audio clip plays on his speakers.
"Blackmailing me is not going to work. Just leave me alone," Jane argues.
"I can't trust you. You are a loose end," Nicholas replies.
"Why? I can't put you away. You have made that very clear. What do you think that I am going to do?"
"You want me dead."
"I have never denied that."
"I just want an insurance policy, that you're not going to kill me."
"That will be a cold day in hell," she responds.
The recording ends.
Vince looks at Barry. Barry shakes his head. He asks the question that they're both wondering.
"What insurance policy? What could he have to blackmail her with?"
"The photo?" Vince guesses.
"What does it prove?"
"It makes her look bad."
"When you're undercover that long, you do whatever is necessary, to get the information you need."
"I didn't know that was an option."
"For most people it isn't. Most people aren't willing to go that far, but Jane did. I don't necessarily agree with it, but she did it because she had to. She was young, it didn't work the way she wanted it to, obviously. She learned from her mistake, and she'll never do it again."
"You think that he knew?"
"I don't know. I guess that we'll have to ask Jane."
Barry opens another email. "This is from after the murder. It looks like an image from a camera outside the victim's building."
"Who is sending us this? He isn't. He's dead."
"I don't know, but look, that looks like Jane," Frost points to the corner of the screen.
"This bastard is trying to frame her."
"Maybe not," Frost scrolls down.
A courier approaches them. He hands Frost a package. Frost signs for the package. He pulls on a pair of gloves, and opens the manila envelope. He dumps the contents of the package onto the desk. They begin sorting through the papers.
"Death threats. All of them unsigned."
"He thinks that they're from Jane," Vince sighs.
"We should get someone to look at these."
"Frost I can tell you right now, that's not Jane's handwriting."
"The woman in the picture outside his building looks a lot like Jane."
"We never see her face. Jane didn't do this."
"I know that. We still need to question her. We need to go where the evidence leads. We should call her."
"No need," Jane enters the room.
They look up at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Helping. I think that I can make the pieces of the puzzle fit, a lot quicker."
"Ok," Frost agrees.
"We should go to an interview room. Do everything by the book," Jane insists.
Neither of them dare to argue. They follow her into the room. She takes a seat, in the chair that criminals usually sit in. They take seats on opposite sides of the table. Frost notices the manila folder that she has placed on the table.
"What's in there?" he questions.
"Evidence."
"Jane you want to tell your side of the story?"
"Well the dead man can't tell his, no matter how hard he tries," she points out.
"You have the floor," Vince reminds her.
"You two aren't going to want to hear this."
"You don't want to tell us?"
"I don't want to tell anyone, but I don't think that I have a choice."
"We can get someone else, if that's what you want."
"No. It should be the two of you."
"But?"
"What I am going to tell you is going to make you think that I'm guilty."
"Are you?"
"No."
"I'll take your word," Vince responds.
"No. Don't take my word. Treat me as a suspect. Figure out what happened, without a shadow of a doubt. This needs to be done by the book."
"He thinks that you wanted to kill him," Frost reveals.
"I did. I did want to kill him, but I never would."
"Why?"
"You'll understand, as soon as I tell you what happened."
"Go ahead," Vince nods.