Jane came back into the bullpen and rubbed her hands. "Maura said that the cause of death could is poisoning."
Korsak looked puzzled at her and then at his watch. "The tox screens are already back? That was fast."
Jane raised her eyebrows. "Uh ..."
Frankie looked long at her and drew his eyebrows together. "Maura didn't say it was the cause of death, did she?"
Jane hesitated for a moment and rolled her eyes. "She said that could smell the scent of bitter almond. And that means that Aaron got poisoned with potassium cyanide."
"I wouldn't let Maura hear that if I were you." Korsak said with an amused tone.
Jane looked at the glass board and shrugged. "I am not afraid of Maura, not at all.", she said while Korsak smiled and Frankie stifled a laugh. "What do we know about Aaron Jones?"
"He was pretty successful in this kind of business.", Frankie said as he leaned back in his chair. "One of the best in Boston."
Jane looked with furrowed eyebrows at him. "And you know this because?"
Frankie turned his computer monitor toward her and tapped on it. "Because I learned how to read."
Jane looked at the screen and wrinkled her nose as she read all the positive feedback about, in her opinion, this con man. "Why do so many people clamor for his service? Dumbasses."
Korsak nodded in agreement.
Jane eyed him skeptically. If she remembered right, the last time they had a case that involved ghosts and séances he admitted that he didn't like it and he winced when a gust of wind blew out a burning candle. She smiled as Korsak looked at her. "But if all his clients were so content with him ... why ... why did Aaron get killed?"
Korsak looked at Frankie and Frankie shrugged.
"Do we have the client list?" Jane wanted to know.
Korsak raised his hand. "I already called a judge. We should get the warrant soon."
Jane looked at him and nodded slowly. The she drew her eyebrows together as she heard familiar footsteps. She looked to the entrance and sighed as her mother rounded the corner. "Ma, what are you doing up here?"
Angela cleared here throat as she looked around. "I ... uh ... What are you doing here?"
Jane chuckled confused. "Well, I'm working here. Your turn."
"I hoped that ...", Angela replied and looked at Frankie. "Frankie, did I ever mentioned how good you look in your suit?"
Frankie drew his eyebrows skeptically together. "Thanks, Ma."
Jane scrutinized her mother long. "If you're looking for Cavanaugh I'm afraid to disappoint you but he's in court."
Angela's shoulders slumped. "Oh, okay."
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Was that all?"
Angela shrugged. "Yeah."
Jane rolled her eyes and turned back to Frankie and Korsak who grinned.
Jane watched her mother and the chuckling two men. "What the hell was that?"
Korsak grinned and shrugged.
Frankie suppressed a laugh. "I have no idea."
"Isn't it enough that Cavanaugh and she are more or less are living together?" Jane laughed amused. "Now Ma has to come up to see her ... lover boy?"
"Who's lover boy?" the voice of her boss ended their little entertainment.
Jane pressed her lips together and made big eyes before she turned with a faked smile to Cavanaugh. "Sir, I thought you were in court."
Cavanaugh held up an file and raised his eyebrows. "I was on my way when I realized I forgot the file. I took the stairs. Whose lover boy you're talking about?"
Jane raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips as she looked for an good excuse. All she could think of was. "Uh ..."
Cavanaugh raised an skeptical eyebrow.
"Lydia.", Frankie jumped in. "Lydia was here and asked for her ... her new boyfriend."
Cavanagh scrutinized him long. "Aha.", Cavanaugh said unconvinced before he left.
Jane stared at her younger brother. "Lydia?", she hissed. "Really?"
Frankie shrugged. "It seemed better to me then a really intelligent 'Uh'."
Jane clenched her teeth and her facial muscles twitched.
Korsak couldn't help it anymore and started to laugh. He held up a hand apologetically and shook his head as Jane glared at him. "Sorry, but you should see your face, Jane."
Jane closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Does Aaron have any family that we could contact?"
Frankie swallowed hard as he smirked and shook his head. "No family that is alive. His parents died twelve years ago and he was an only child."
Jane exhaled loudly and looked back at the board. "But I guess he had friends. Let's start with them."
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Jane sat in the interrogation room and stared at a dark haired man who was too puffed up for her taste. "Since when were Aaron Jones and you friends, Mr. Wilson?"
Chris Wilson didn't look at her but at Korsak. "I wouldn't call us friends, Detective. I would rather call us perforced acquaintances."
Jane frowned deeply. "What is that suppose to mean?"
Wilson finally looked at her but in a arrogant manner. "It's supposed to mean that my stupid, naive sister was a client of this ... scum. And she threw all of her money into his greedy hands. She didn't realize that he was fooling her."
"You weren't a big fan of him." Korsak stated as he looked over the rim of his glasses.
Wilson leaned forward a bit. "Do you believe in nonsense like a world in between? That people like Aaron Jones would be able to talk to dead people? My sister thought that he could make contact with her two year old son that died."
Jane drew her eyebrows together and licked her lips. "What happened to your nephew?"
Wilson leaned back again and took a deep breath. "He drowned ... in Pamela's own pool. It was an accident. And do you know what this knucklehead told her? That Leon got killed by a employee of hers after he was abused.", he tapped angrily on the picture on the table. "And my sister believed him instead of your colleagues. Pamela terrorized this unit. Pleaded with the police that they should l investigate the death of her son. Aaron Jones is responsible for my sister going nuts because he was incapable of letting my nephew rest in peace. And therefore, I hope he rots in hell."
Jane looked long at the photo and raised her eyebrows. "Sounds to me like you had a really strong motive to kill Aaron Jones."
Wilson laughed sarcastically. "And spend a life in jail?" he shook his head."He's not worth it."
"Where were you this morning?", Jane asked.
Wilson took a deep breath and scrutinized her. "I was in bed with my ... wife."
Jane frowned and narrowed her eyes. "That took ... a little too long. Do you need to reconsider your answer?"
Wilson sighed and licked his lips. "I was in bed. But not with my wife. With my lover."
Korsak looked up from his notepad. "Where is this bed?"
Wilson hesitated for a moment. "In the Mandarin Oriental Boston. You can check that."
Jane pierced him with her gaze. "Oh, you can bet we will."
Wilson looked at her unimpressed. "Can I go now?"
Jane sighed heavily. "For now. But stay in town."
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Jane looked after Wilson as he entered the elevator and crossed her arms. " I hate rich, snobby scumbags like him."
"Well, don't tell that to your wife." Korsak said as he put his notepad into his inside pocket of his jacket.
Jane looked at him and drew her eyebrows together. "Maura isn't snobby nor a scumbag."
Korsak held up a hand as he entered the bullpen. "But she's rich."
Jane rolled her eyes and followed him.