Part 8

"Frost, wait up. I will head over with you and then we can follow any other leads that we catch." Jane glanced back at everything on the board again before they exited.

When they arrived to the apartment for the couple, the fiancé, Claire Mateson, was already boxing up some things. She looked like she was in a hurry. She let them in but didn't stop working on the task at hand as they spoke.

"I didn't know him in college. We have only been dating for a little under a year." She wiped the tears that had started to reappear on her face. "I think I saw his college year book and some items from his fraternity in some boxes in the garage. You are welcome to them." Claire led them out to the boxes.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get out of the apartment?" Jane had to ask why someone who just lost a fiancé was packing everything she owned so quickly after.

"We were moving at the end of the week anyway. He had gotten us a bigger apartment closer to his office." The flood gates opened again. "I can't afford it so I am moving back in with my mom. Not a lot of time. I need to keep busy anyway or I….." Jane handed her a fresh handful of tissues.

"Thank you Detective Rizzoli. I hope this stuff helps you find who did this to James." Claire led them to the door.

"Thank you. We certainly hope so too." Jane and Frost got back in the car, but the silence was deafening. Jane got completely lost in thought about this poor woman's situation.

"Claire is basically thrown out because of the timing. They are not actually married yet so she isn't entitled to anything he owned, no money, and I doubt he got around to changing his will yet." Frost was feeling for her.

"Yeah, everything ripped out from under her before she had a chance to share her life with the person she loved the most. There is no guarantee of another tomorrow to tell someone how you feel." Jane's voice trailed off and Frost barely heard the last part. He chose to not say anything even though he was pretty sure what she was thinking and who.

As they were pulling into the parking spot back at the office Jane's phone chimed that "flattering" ringtone, long overdue for a change, for Maura.

"Maura's got some information for us. After we take the boxes to the desks I will head down and see if it is anything helpful." Jane's mood changed right in front of Frost and he wondered why they were still denying their feelings for each other. Time will tell.

Jane practically threw the boxes down on the desks and turned for the elevators. This case has gotten deep into her head. There is always more than one victim with crimes but Claire's situation was making the detective wonder more about her own choices or maybe it's just timing with the new feelings.

Maura heard the elevator ding and was immediately searching for that wavy hair to appear in her doorway. She could feel her smile spread across her face as Jane entered. "Hazelnut syrup." Maura stated matter of fact.

"Do you want coffee?" Jane looked a little puzzled.

"Actually, yes I do but that's not what I am saying. The sticky substance on the victim's pants is Hazelnut syrup." Maura continued, "Something you would find at a coffee shop to flavor coffee and tea."

"I'm not sure that will help. Anything else? Can you tell who would use this exact recipe?" Jane knew she was probably pushing it but this is getting frustrating.

Maura just looked at her for a moment. "We will run the components and see if there is anything else we can figure out. Still no DNA." She looked down at her notes wishing she had something more helpful. "Still no hit on the prints?"

Jane just shook her head no and headed to the couch. "There is something about this guy we are missing. Frost and I just brought back some college stuff of his we are going to go thru tonight. I haven't checked with Korsak yet about his visit to the parents." Jane looked her in the eyes. "I want to talk to you about some things when we finish up for the night. Is that okay?"

"Of course Jane. Anytime." Maura had sat down next to her and reached for her hand. She gave it a little squeeze and then entwined her fingers with the detectives. 'Fits well she thought.' Strange thought for Maura, she would never describe hands or bodies as fitting but with Jane it was always different.

"Okay, come up if you have a moment. It never hurts to have another set of eyes when sorting thru paperwork." Jane headed out the door, suddenly a little nervous. She wasn't even to the elevator when her phone went off. "Rizzoli."

"Dr. Isles" sounded from the other room.