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Chapter Two

"Some things must not be forgotten."

"Incident report (to be filed in Colburn case file)
Date: July 26th, 2009
Detectives: Korsak, Rizzoli
Details: When returning to the scene of the Colburn homicide to collect further evidence (9:30am), Dets. Korsak and Rizzoli were approached by a white male (approximate age: 25, approximate height: 6'2", hair color: dark brown) who attempted to assault the detectives with a fire axe. Before he was able to seriously injure Korsak and Rizzoli, sounds from a domestic disturbance from the house next door spooked him. The man escaped arrest for attempted assault on two police officers. Before leaving, he threw a tea cup at Det. Rizzoli. Rizzoli placed a BOLO on the man after returning to the station and a picture of his sketch appeared on the evening news.

No evidence has been found to link this man to the murder of the Colburn family, but his presence at the scene is suspicious and it is recommended that he be considered a person of interest in the case.

Signed,

Vincent Korsak"

Maura narrowed her eyes as her mind processed what she had found. The lantern produced a warm yellow glow to the small office that the M.E. now occupied. It was old-fashioned, but it did the job and it was all she had for now. It provided some comfort. She had found it in one of the cells in the large area she had escaped from earlier. The strange thing was that everything in storage was old—19th century old—nothing modern at all. What kind of place was this?

The door out of the area that Maura determined to be the prison had been left unlocked and she had been lucky enough to leave without being seen. On the other side was a large hall, made of the same stone has the prison. But this was covered with in deep red oriental rugs with matching curtains that stretched thirty feet to the tops of the windows, which didn't even reach the high ceilings. Maura noted that there were no electric lights—ornate 18th century golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and torches lined the walls. Her hopes for finding a telephone slowly diminished. It was fascinating (and unbelievable in this day and age) to see that someone still lived like this. It was also worrying. Extrapolating, using the visual information she had already gathered, the estate appeared to be enormous—maybe even castle sized. Castles aren't common in North America. Normally, she would have taken her time appreciating the intricate designs in the rug or the beautiful paintings that lined the walls. She almost did.

Another thing that was strange was that there didn't appear to be any hired help. The only noises she heard were the rustling of the leaves from the gentle breeze outside and her own footsteps. For a house this big, it was unusual that she hadn't seen or heard anyone. Who took care of it?

The door to her left as she left the prison area was ajar and she decided that this was a good a place as any to search for clues. It contained nothing of interest. Five doors down the hall later, she sat reading; wondering how an incident report from a cold case three years ago had managed to get out of the police archives.

She carefully folded the report. As she was placing it in the bag, a roar echoed through the hallway outside. It was nothing like she had ever heard in her life. Animal documentaries were a common thing on her television (much to the disappointment of Jane). She was fairly familiar with animal noises. This was different. Part of her wanted to investigate, but her fight or flight response kicked in and her brain told her to flee. Maura ran and close the door to the office as quietly as she could before extinguishing her lantern and hiding in the corner behind a bookshelf and some large wooden boxes that had been left there. Footsteps of something large came closer. Maura waited quietly in the darkness.

"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Rizzoli cried. "Let the other officers handle it. I want you home, Frankie."

"I can't believe you, Ma. Jane and Maura are missing and you just want me to sit here on my ass…"

"Frankie!" she warned.

"…instead of going out and doing something about it."

He rose from Maura's dining room table where he, his mother and Tommy had been having a Rizzoli family meeting. Tommy gave his older brother a solemn look. Their mother was unraveling and that was terrifying—as if their older sister being kidnapped wasn't terrifying enough. Bags had appeared under her eyes—a physical sign of the amount of sleep she had gotten since…everything happened.

"I'm going to find them, Ma."

"You're not going anywhere. Are you trying to kill me? Jane's already gone! And Maura! What if they get you too?" A memory of Jane and Frankie almost dying in the hospital after the siege at the police station flashed before her eyes and a fresh wave of tears started. Why did my children decide to become police officers? Why couldn't they have been bakers…or accountants?

"He's already made up his mind," Tommy added quietly. "You can't change that." He tried to lay a comforting hand on his mother's arm, but she jerked it away.

"Don't say that! Don't you dare!"

"I can't believe you. Jane would do the same for me. Why are you giving me all this bullshit?" Frankie began to pace around the kitchen.

"Because I'm your mother and it's my job to protect you…"

"I'm fully grown, Ma." Frankie sighed.

"Just because you're an adult doesn't mean I'm done."

Tommy stood abruptly.

"Where do you think you're going?" Frankie snapped and blocked his path to the door.

"Don't talk to your brother like that," his mother chided.

"We've sat here for two hours and we haven't accomplished a fucking thing. All you two have done is fight and I'm tired of it. I'm going home." Tommy roughly shoved by his brother and slammed the door behind him, leaving Frankie and Angela alone.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Angela retreated to her bedroom. She had told Frankie to help himself to the leftovers in the refrigerator before closing the door behind her. He heard the soft click of the lock and knew that it had been a fake invitation. His mother wanted to be alone and he would respect at…for the time being. She would come around eventually, wouldn't she? It seemed like she always had for Jane. Or maybe Jane just did her own thing and Angela was forced to adapt and deal with the consequences. Frankie thought about this on his way home to let out Jo Friday and feed Bass his lettuce. This wasn't the first time that Jane had been in a life threatening situation, but it was the first time that Frankie had been forced into a leadership position in his family. Usually, that was his father's responsibility. He had somehow worked out a way to keep his cool and keep his wife at bay. But he was gone now and those duties had fallen to Angela, and she dealt with that as best she could. But Jane was gone so long this time, and Angela had cracked under the fear and pressure after four days. Frankie had to step in and take care of Jane's dog and Bass the turtle…tortoise. Whatever Bass was. He smiled at the thought of Bass. It was just so…Maura. Of course, she couldn't have common house pet like a dog or a cat. And that was why he loved her. Not in a romantic way (Jane would kill him), but he cared about her almost as much as Jane and it was so hard on everyone to have them both gone.

He noticed something out of place as he walked towards the door to his apartment building. On his door step was a large envelope. Large enough to hold pictures. His heart thudded loudly in his ears as he tore it open.

Jane, July 28, 2009

I finally finished the autopsy late last night. Death for all six was caused by stab wounds to the heart with a knife. One side is serrated and the molds I took showed that it is eight inches in length. Of course, there are more detailed explanations in your copy of the report that I left on your desk. I hope this helps with your investigation.

I'm off to do my morning yoga now! Maybe you'd like to join me sometime? It's quite refreshing and helps get the endorphins flowing! It might help with some of the anxiety you've been having recently. It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Millions of people in the United States alone have anxiety problems. If we were having a conversation face to face, this is where you'd rudely ask me to stop rambling, so I will. See you in a few hours. Would you like to have lunch again today?

Sincerely,

Maura

Behind the email were some pictures from Maura's autopsy. He didn't recognize any of the victims, but that was no surprise. Judging by the email, it was an old case. Frankie didn't know what to think of it. Why would someone send him a two year old email between his sister and Maura? What case was Maura talking about? He had still been in the Academy back then. Frost had just transferred from Robbery when the email was sent. It was just after Jane's first Hoyt encounter.

His stomach churned uneasily and for a second, he felt as if he couldn't move. It had suddenly occurred to him that whoever left this here knew where he lived…and if they knew where he lived, they probably knew where Jane lived too. And Maura. And his mother; who lived with Maura. This guy didn't just happen to catch Jane and her girlfriend randomly. He had stalked them.

Frankie's ability to move his limbs returned and he leapt down the stairs and drove as fast as his car would go through Boston traffic.

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