Jane was focused at her lunch in the Dirty Robber and grinned as she catched Maura's annoyed gaze. "What? Even I don't look so bothered because you, again, ordered your boring salad. It's not like we're at McDonald's."
Maura rolled her eyes and ate her food without an comment.
Jane growled as her phone started to vibrate and put her burger back at the plate. She opened the message and drew her eyebrows together. "Stupid brother.", she said with her mouth full of food. "He wrote that we shall stop to make out and move our asses back to the bullpen. He found a case file of an John Sherman. His younger sister got killed an year ago. Cause of death was a gunshot wound to her chest. Frankie had checked him in BRIC and says that he have very remarkable port-wine stain on the left side of his forehead that goes over his eyelid."
Maura swallowed her food and sipped with a frown her water so that Jane knew that she had something important to say. "A port-wine stain or nevus flammeus is almost always a birthmark. It is caused by a vascular anomaly. Port-wine stains ordinarily persist throughout life. The area of skin affected grows in proportion to general growth. Port-wine stains occur most often on the face but can appear anywhere on the body, particularly on the neck and upper trunk. Early stains are usually flat and pink in appearance. As the child matures, the color may deepen to a dark red or purplish color. In adulthood, thickening of the lesion or the development of small lumps may occur. They are called port wine for their reddish color. Port-wine stains may be part of a syndrome such as Sturge–Weber syndrome or Klippel–Trénaunay–Weber syndrome. Midline nevus flammeus also known as 'angel's kiss' is a vascular birthmark which may be found on the glabellar region or on one upper eyelid, and presents in approximately fifteen percent of newborns."
Jane stared at her and blinked a few times. "You just can't help it, right?", she started to grin as her wife smiled and took a bit from her burger. "Anyway, I don't drop everything because Frankie said so."
Maura sipped her water and frowned. "Didn't you said that the murderer might have a remarkable appearance?", she shrugged as her wife nodded. "Well, a port-wine stain is a very remarkable feature."
Jane slowed her chewing and furrowed her eyebrows. "And if I would be the murderer with a remarkable feature I also would take out the only witness who could identify me."
Maura frowned deeply as Jane took her phone and started to write a message. "What are you doing?"
Jane didn't looked at her and licked her lips. "Frankie shall release some informations to the media, including John Sherman's picture. ", she looked up. "Because ... if he is our guy, he maybe start to make mistakes if we put higher pressure at him."
Maura ate her salad again. "And when this John Sherman isn't the murderer?"
Jane looked at her with a frown. She didn't want to think about what else could happen when John Sherman wasn't their guy. Or that the murderer could disappear until it was safe again. So Jane didn't answer the question.
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Jane came into BRIC followed by her wife. She looked at the Wall and drew her eyebrows together. "So, bro. What do you got that is so important to disturb my lunch break?"
Frankie looked over his shoulder and waved Maura hello and smiled as her sister-in-law waved back. Then he pointed at the Wall which showed all kind if informations of John Sherman's life. "I checked John Sherman and went through his whole life. And when I say his whole life. I mean it literally. Everything he had done was written in the internet. Since day one he was born. Freaky and spooky. His parents must have begun that."
Jane studied the facts that her brother had mentioned and made a face. "And we always say that Ma is overprotective. His parents are much worse."
"You mean they were much worse.", Frankie said and called up an newspaper article. "His parents died in a domestic fuel five years ago. Since then he cared about his little sister Lisa until she got killed by a bullet."
Jane looked at him shortly and frowned. "Open up the case file, Frankie."
Frankie nodded and opened Lisa Sherman's case file with a few strokes.
Jane looked at the Wall and studied the reports. "Lisa Sherman was a victim of a gang war. She got in the line if fire if the MS-13 and the 18th Street Gang. Frost investigated in her case with ...", she paused and made a face."Oh, come on. Really?"
Maura looked confused at her. " What is it?"
Jane looked at her and frowned deeply. "He shared the case with Patrick Baxter. No wonder that the case is still not solved. He is as fast as a snail and cares more about his lunch and snacks breaks then about his current case. He's an idiot."
Frankie got up and looked long at his sister. "Well, let's see what he have to tell us."
Jane rolled her eyes and started to follow Frankie but stopped as she felt that Maura followed them too. "Where are you going?"
Maura looked long at her and shrugged. "I am going with you. I have nothing else to do downstairs. Jane sighed heavily and started to walk again. "Alright. Come on."
The two cops and Maura came into the bullpen where Detective Patrick Baxter worked and Jane recognized him immediately. She walked straight to the desk of the older man's desk and crossed her arms without saying a word.
Baxter looked slowly with his tired grey eyes up and frowned as he hung up the receiver.
Jane raised an skeptical eyebrow. "Was this a work related phone call?"
Baxter leaned back in his chair and stared at her. "It's none of your fucking business, Rizzoli. What brings you up from the third floor?"
Jane bit her tongue to hold her snappy reply back and took a deep breath. "You remember the case you investigated with Detective Frost? The Lisa Sherman case?"
Baxter thought for a moment and nodded slowly. "Yeah, the girl got killed as MS-13 and the 18th Street Gang had a gun fight. She was at the wrong place in the wrong time."
"She had an brother. John Sherman."
"Yeah, a total freak. He was here and yelled at me that I would caste tax dollars while I sat on my ass instead of being on the street and find his sister's murderer. I told him to back off and that I am no homicide Detective. Then I sent this guy to Detective Frost. And since then I hadn't seen him anymore."
Jane clenched her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. How could an lazy as like Baxter ever had become a Detective? No matter in what unit.
Maura saw that her wife was about to do something stupid and took her by the elbow. She tugged slightly at it and frowned. "Come on, Jane. It's not worth it."
Jane stared at Baxter and her facial muscles twitched. Maura was right. He was the trouble not worth.

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Jane sat in BRIC and stared at the Wall. "This is all about Lisa. John Sherman gone nuts because Baxter is to lazy to move his ass and he killed Frost because ... because he caught Lisa's case. And to tell us that we shall doing our jobs right. Frost was just an collateral damage."
Korsak looked at her and nodded slowly. "That sounds reasonable. So the victims were picked randomly."
Frankie sipped his coffee and frowned. "Well, his sister also was a random collateral damage. But we didn't worked hard enough to catch those bastards who shot her."
Jane rubbed her eyebrows and sighed heavily. "All he wanted is justice for Lisa. And saw no other way then to pinpoint that we are incapable to hamper innocent citizens from being killed by killing random people."
Korsak looked long at her and sighed. "We can't save everyone, Jane."
Jane straightened up and sighed. "No, clearly we cannot.", she looked at Frankie. "It's time to bring him down. Where does he live?"
Frankie tapped on his keyboard and looked up at the Wall.
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Jane's heart pounded widly in her chest as they reached the floor where John Sherman's apartment was. She had to tell herself that she had to cool down before she would do something stupid when the stood in front of the murderer of Frost. She didn't want to hand back her hard earned badge and her beloved freedom. She looked at Frankie and could see that he fought the same inner battle like she did. Jane nodded at him.
Frankie stepped back and kicked in the door harshley.
Jane, Frankie and Korsak stormed into the apartment and announced that they were from Boston Police.
They checked the three room apartment and met again in the living room.
Frankie clenched his teeth as he put his gun in his holster. "He's not here."
Korsak just sighed as he put his own gun back into the holster.
Jane did the same with a frown and put on some gloves. "I think he knows that we are close at his feet. I think he is sick of hide and seek."
Frankie looked through some older mail and looked with an frown at her. "What makes you sure of that?"
Jane looked through some magazines as her eyes landed on a single note. She took it in her hand and unfolded it. She drew her eyebrows together and handed it to Frankie. "That."
Frankie read what was written on the paper and looked surprised at Jane.
Korsak took the note out of Frankie's hand and his eyebrows shot up.
All the note said was: Meet me at Forest Hills Cemetery.