AN: So, after the last chapter, who do you think it is? Any ideas? Anyways, here's Chapter 7, we have about three more to go. Hope y'all are still enjoying it! Reviews are golden and helpful. Enjoy. :)
Jane pushed open the door to the bullpen. John J. Murray followed closely behind and Frost brought up the rear. Already, this short, androgenetic alopecia VI, – with whatever hair was left tied up into a ponytail – and near sighted man was starting to get on her nerves. He started whistling a tune, and Jane shot him an annoyed look, effectively shutting him up.
They brought him to Jane's desk where Jane asked him the first question. "Sons and daughters of Adam, that's your catch phrase, isn't it?"
John looked miffed as he answered, "I'm offended. These are sacred words associated with pornography."
"How about associated with murder?" Frost glared.
"I think it's interesting that they sent a female and an African American to interview me about a homosexual murder." said John in disbelief.
"You don't like women or African Americans either."
"Well, I have a right to my opinion."
"Only if you don't enforce it by a two by four." Jane cut in.
"We're gonna need to see a list of your members." Frost said.
"Oh, sure." John replied as he opened his briefcase and took out a massive volume. "I came prepared."
Jane and Frost's eyes widened when they saw the list of members.
"Those are all the members?" Frost asked.
"We're national. Satan is using homosexuals to destroy the kingdom of God."
Jane rolled her eyes and looked at Frost. "Be on the lookout for a man in a red cape with a tail and pointy ears." she said sarcastically.
"I will pray for you." John looked concernedly at Jane, his face filling with compassion.
"No, thank you. I'll do it myself." came the reply.
Frost smirked as he led John out. Jane glanced down at her watch. She realised that she hadn't been down to the morgue since yesterday. Deep down, she knew that it was because she still wanted some distance. But, I do need to see how the evidence from the autopsy is coming up. she reasoned with herself. She hauled herself up and went down to the Maura's office.
Maura was officially angry. Jane had never lied to her like this before. Never. She gripped the scalpel that she was holding a little too tightly. Taking a few cleansing breaths, she bent down over Claire's head, calmly trying to continue with her examination.
So far, the evidence from the autopsy pointed towards death by burking. There were a few bruises present on the cheek. Other than that, the face was relatively clean. Opening the jaw, Maura's keen eyes nearly missed the clue embedded within the teeth. Grabbing a forceps, Maura gingerly lifted up the flap of skin that was trapped between the two front teeth.
She placed it into a petri dish and walked out of the autopsy suite to call for Susie. "Could you please run this for me and see if you can find a DNA match?"
"Sure, doctor Isles." Susie smiled as she took the petri dish.
Maura walked back and was surprised when she saw Jane leaning against one of the metal tables. "Detective Rizzoli, what are you doing here?"
Uh-oh was Jane's immediate thought. Whenever they went on a last name basis, it meant that something was wrong. "Uh, hi, Maura." Jane tentatively responded. "I was wondering if you had anything for me."
"As a matter of fact, I do. Yesterday, I found out that the cream that Marianne had supposedly packed into her bag has not been used for over six months. Her thumb had quite an extreme case of eczema. However, after running some test through her skin sample, I did not find any traces of the drugs."
"Wow, gee, Maura. Thanks! That would probably mean that bag was packed by someone else who went into her house. And, either the cream does not belong to her at all, or the killer just didn't know that Marianne was not using it. Aaaannnddd, that someone would probably have to be very close to her. Like her parents, girlfriend, or even ex-boyfriend. Why on earth did you wait until today to tell me?"
Maura did not bother to hold in the icy cold tone in which she replied. "I would have. I tried calling you. But, apparently, you were too busy spending time with Tommy and TJ. Oh, wait, is that where you really were last night?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Great, now you're telling a lie about a lie. How long do you want to go before you run out of lies?"
Suddenly, it Jane remembered that she had lied to Maura about going to visit Tommy and TJ. She had totally forgotten about that. "Oh, uh, that. Yeah, actually I –"
"Save it. I thought I was at least your friend, Jane. I thought you at least trusted me. Why would you lie to me?"
Jane could see the anger and hurt and disappointment in Maura's eyes. "Maura, please I can explain, just give me time, I myself need some time to –"
For the second time, Jane was interrupted, this time, it was her phone that did it. "Rizzoli."
"Hey, Jane. You should come up here. I was looking through Max's phone records, and I think I found something."
"Okay, I'll be right up." Jane hung up and looked back at Maura. "I have to go."
Maura merely headed into her office and sat down behind her desk. I need to get out for a while. What came over me? I need some fresh air!
Her eyes fell on the folder that held the list of evidence collected from the Marianne's backpack. Well, I might as well go over to Marianne's parent's house and ask them whether they would have any idea who was close enough to Marianne to pack that bag for her.
She grabbed her car keys, picked out the photograph taken of the cream, a few other slips of paper, and left the building.
"Hey, Frost, what do you have for me?" Jane asked as she entered the room.
"Hey, so, I was checking – have you been crying?" Frost abruptly cut off when he noticed that Jane's eyes were slightly red and teary.
"No, I was helping Maura cut onions in the morgue." Jane snarked back.
Frost knew better than to probe, so he wisely continued with what he wanted to say. "Okay, anyways, I was looking through Max's phone records, and I found some calls that were made back and forth between him and a certain Christopher Johnson, Marianne's dad."
"What? How many calls were made, and when?"
"Well, starting from about a month ago, at most two calls were made every week and only lasted for about nine minutes."
"Well, that's quite frequent. Worth checking into."
Just then, Susie knocked before walking up to Jane. "Um, detective Rizzoli, do you know where doctor Isles is? She sent me to check the DNA found in Claire's mouth and I got the results back already."
"No, Susie, I don't know where she is. I thought she was in her office? That was where she last was."
"I checked. She wasn't there. I guess I'll just leave it on her desk then."
Jane stopped her. "Wait, let me see the file first. I wanna know whose DNA that is." Jane thanked Susie when she handed the file over. Jane opened up the file and nearly dropped it when she saw the name. The DNA belonged to Christopher Johnson.
Maura parked her Lexus opposite the Johnson's house, grabbed the file that she had brought, stuck her phone in her pocket, and crossed over. The door was opened almost immediately after she knocked. A harried looking Christopher greeted her. He was wearing a hoodie. "Yes? How may I help you?"
"Hi, I am Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I have one or two questions that I would like to ask you regarding Marianne. Do you have a few minutes?"
Just then the papers in the folder slipped out onto the doorstep. "Oh, no."
"Here, let me help you." Christopher said as he stooped down to pick out the stray pieces of paper. As he stretched his hand out, the sleeve on his right hand rode up, revealing a bite mark at his wrist.
Maura saw it and, before she could stop herself, she looked up in shock. Christopher realised his mistake and saw that gleam of recognition in Maura's eyes. He quickly brought his hand over her mouth and brought the other hand down Maura's head, effectively knocking her out.
AN: Dun-dun-dun-dun! And the plot thickens as the action explodes! :)