The Thatcher Street in the North End was brightly lit by the lights of the patrol car flickeringblue .

Jane lifted the tired police tape for Maura and followed her wife. She discovered Korsak and pulled skeptical her eyebrows together . He seemed to have a slightly greenish complexion. And she could not discover their current partner . "Where is Frost ? "

Korsak pointed with his pen on a lonely dumpster. " Right behind there."

Jane looked at him quizzically and confuse . Although Frost had some problems with corpses , but he did quite well to get control of his gag reflex . " That bad? "

Korsak took a deep breath . " Worse . "

This sentence moved Jane in a state of shock . Unintentionally panic spread to her and keep her breath . ' Worse . ', she thought to herself . 'Worse . No, he is death. I am the winner in his game. '

" Jane ? " she moved out of her thoughts at Maura 's voice.

Jane frowned slowly. "Huh? "

Maura looked anxious. "Are you okay?"

Jane nodded slowly as she came around. " Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. What do we have, Korsak? "

" Hard to say. ", Korsak replied.

" Hard to say? What the f ... ", Jane paused as she looked at her wife. " Fun? "

Korsak chuckled shortly. " Take yourself a look. "

Jane walked past him and gagged briefly as she saw the carcass that should been once a human being. " What the fuck? "

Even the usually steady Maura Isles got pale.

The head of the corpse did no longer exist. Not that it would have been just cut off. No, there where the head should be lay an indefinable mass that once was the skull. Like a bulldozer had rolled over it a few times. No wonder that Frost had to puked.

Maura swallowed hard and licked her lips. " That ... uh ... that ... is horrible. "

Jane nodded and then shook her head. " Yeah. No, I don't think that's the cause of death. "

Maura rolled her eyes and sighed. " I am not even sure if I can determine the cause of death ... in this state. "

Jane pointed on the body. " But I am sure that the corpse is a man. ", she said truimphantly.

Korsak looked up from his notes. " Even a blind man with a cane sees that.

Jane gave him a warning glance and looked then at Maura's employees. " Okay, friends. Scratch him off the road and bring him off. "

Maura looked at her in disbelief and shook her head.

Jane looked at her apologetically, wrinkling her nose. " Bad choice of words? "

" Terrible choice of words! ", Maura added. " I'm doing the autopsy tomorrow. "

Jane looked at her watch and nodded eagerly. Then she looked at Korsak. " It happen that we have no eye witness who saw how John Doe ... has been nuked? "

" Jane! ", Maura warned from afar and her wife winced.

Korsak smiled broadly. " No, not at this time. "

Jane smiled sarastically and clapped her hands. " Nice. "

Jane came in the morning exhausted in the Café amd took gratefully the waiting cup of coffee with her name on it. " Thanks, Ma. I need it. "

Angela crossed her arms and looked at her seriously. " You look terrible. "

Jane frowned as she sipped her coffe. " Gee! Thanks, Ma. Exactly what I needed. Thank you very much. Love you too. "

Angela rolled her eyes and dropped her shoulders. " You look completely tired. "

" Well, something like this happens with a toddler. You should know best. "

" You work to much. "

Jane had to start laughing. Her mother always found a reason to complain. " No lecturing about how dangerous my job is? "

Angela started to say something when Frankie came bursting into the Café. " Jane, I heard you have a flat man. "

Jane looked at him confused and puzzled. "And you say that because ... ?"

" Let me work on the case. ", he said.

Jane sighed heavily. " I have enough people on this case, Frankie. "

" I only cout Korsak and Maura, that's two. I heard Frost puked again at the crime scene. "

Jane grabbed him roughly by the ear and pulled him close. " Stop it to lister to this fucking gossip, Frankie. ", she growled through clenched teeths. " And you would throwing up too if you had seen the crime scene. "

Frankie squirmed with pain face and rubbed his ear as Jane let go of it. " OW! Why do you do that? "

" So you learn it once and for all. ", Jane barked back.

Angela rolled her eyes and decided to disappear into the kitchen.

Jane came into the morgue and saw how Maura worked with a line of worry on John Doe." You know if you are do it too often or for too long that the wrinkle won't go away. "

" I already have wrinkles. It doesn't matter. ", Maura replied thoughtfully.

Jane chuckled shortly. " Yes, but those are wrinkles to love. This one is ... to wish away. "

Maura sighed heavily as a response.

Jane looked at her long and put the cup down. " Okay, what is it? "

Maura slowly shook her head. " I'm just won't get rid of the feeling that I missed something But I can't pinpoint it. "

" Do you know what I do when I can't pinpoint something? "

" What? "

Jane let her arms fall against her sides. " I don't think about it. "

Maura sighed frustrated. " It might work for you. "

Jane snorted and cam up with a solution. She pinted at the victim. " Okay, let's deal with your gigantic brain. The cause of death, please. "

Maura's frustration grew mor and more. " I don't know. "

Jane pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows in suprise. " No, this can't be right. ' I don't know ' is not a cause of death. "

Maura put off her gloves and threw them on a table. " Jane, I don't know the cause of death. His body has so many traumas that I don't know where to start. "

" But something must have crushed his skull, Maura. ", Jane replied. " I can't imagine that someone runs with ... oversized barbells through the area to kill him. "

Maura looed at her critically and bit her lower lip. And suddenly it hit her like a bolt. She marched in silence back to the lab.

Jane's jaw dropped in confusion down. " Wha ... what about the autopsy? Shall I persorm it by my own? ", she followed her wife and saw Maura standing at the glass board. " Earth to Maura? "

" I missed something. And I can pinpoint it now. ", Maura mumbled to herself. "

" What are you doing? ", Jane wanted to know and pulled her eyebrows together.

Maura didn't looked at her and trew every now and then a glance in her books. " I made a mistake, Jane. I have misinterpreted some symbols. "

Jane shrugged half-hearted. " To err is human. We forgive you. "

Maura went stiff and dropped her writing hand. " That's not to forgive. "

Jane pushed away from the table and turned pale. " Oh, dear Lord! "