Jane sat at her desk and went through her notes when suddenly a shadow towered over her. She frowned and slowly looked up. She had expected to find her wife standing in front of her after they had exchanged a few messages about the black book that the Crime Scene Unit may or may not have had found in Aaron's apartment/ work place. That was until Maura had enough emailing and had called Jane. But as Jane's eyes moved along the body she recognized that it could not possibly be Maura and blushed as she looked into the smiling face of Susie. "Hey, Susie.", she said grinning. The smile disappeared as Susie held out a black notebook. "What's that?"

"The notebook of Aaron Jones.", Susie said, shifted from one foot to the other and cleared her throat.
Jane raised and suspicious eyebrow. "Anything else?"

"Dr. Isles wanted me to remind you that you need to stop at the grocery store to buy new zwieback for Alexis." She looked around and whispered. "Because you ate the most of it."

Jane forced a smile again. "Thank you."

Frankie chuckled and looked at his computer screen as Susie left. "So whipped.", he mumbled to himself.

Jane pretended that she hadn't heard him and opened the notebook. She turned page after page and drew her eyebrows together. "Well, I thought I was good before I was in a relationship with Maura. But he was ... amazing."

"So the Doc tamed you?", Korsak asked as he looked over the rim of his glasses.

"Well, yes.", Jane replied and tapped at her temple. "And the benefit of it is that just one phone number needs to be saved in here. And I know it by heart."

Korsak smiled and took a deep breath. "So the numbers of suspects doubled itself again?"

Frankie looked back and forth between his sister and his mentor. "Sex is a strong motive."

"And so is jealousy.", Jane replied with a deep sigh. She scanned the pages with a trained eye and closed the book again. Then she stared at her computer monitor and drew her eyebrows together. "This makes no sense at all. First we thought that Aaron got killed by Pamela Wilson, then Peter gave us the tip that those mediums are rivals, and then Elena said that he was a womanizer. Not to forget Chris Wilson who was angry at Aaron because he misused Pamela and her credulity. We have four good suspects with four solid alibis."

Frankie looked long at his sister. "Do you think that all four could be in cahoots together?"

Jane didn't look at him and briefly narrowed her eyes. "I'm not quiet sure. All four are connected with each other because of Aaron. I have a really odd feeling about this case."

"Well, what about Harriette Richmond?", Korsak said and stood up from his chair.

"Aaron Jones stole her clients. Money is a strong motive."

Jane made a thoughtful face. "Yeah, but that would be too easy.", she said and looked at Frankie. "Frankie, did the hotel manager give you the name of Chris Wilson's companion?"

Frankie shook his head and sipped his coffee. "No, he said that their visitor like to be discrete. Many of them even pay cash."

Jane raised an skeptical eyebrow and stood up. "Let's see if Chris Wilson likes to be discrete too. Come on, guys."

Korsak shrugged and followed her without a word.

Frankie rolled his eyes and stood up too.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The group of three entered the Mandarin Oriental hotel and all three frowned as they came into the foyer.
"Jesus Christ, I'm used to a lot since I've been with Maura but this make her look down to earth...", Jane muttered. "Why do people need something like this?"

"Maura owns a couple of beach houses.", Frankie said low.

Jane stared at him. "No.", she hissed. "No, her parents, not Maura herself, own a couple of beach houses which we use sometimes. And Maura doesn't wear a sign around her neck that says 'Look at me, I am stinking rich '. That's why I say thank God, Maura is down to earth. She doesn't just throw money away for nothing."

"Sure.", Frankie chuckled.

Jane rolled her eyes. "Not always."

Korsak grinned and walked towards the reception desk.

A young blonde man scrutinized the group condescendingly. "What can I do for you?" he asked arrogantly.

Korsak purposely ignored the tone. "We'd like to talk to the manager of this hotel."

The receptionist raised his eyebrows. "And you are?"

Jane exhaled loudly and showed him her badge. "We are investigating a homicide. Now, would you please call the manager or should we come back with a warrant and search your hotel and not be so discrete?"

The man huffed and took the receiver of the landline.

Frankie leaned on the counter with an elbow and smiled. "Very sensitive, Jane."

Jane shrugged and sighed. "I am not in the mood to play around with an annoying receptionist. I want answers and not more problems. And just because this knucklehead works in a five star luxury hotel it doesn't mean that he is any better than us. You have to show people like him who's in charge."

Korsak looked puzzled at her. "So when the manager treats us like that it would be okay?"

"Of course not.", Jane replied annoyed.

The receptionist hung up again and looked at the group. "Follow me."

Jane looked at him with a fake smile. "Thank you.", she said and followed him with her colleagues.

The Detectives walked into the impressive office of the hotel manager.
A older man stood up from his chair and looked at the receptionist. "Thank you, William. Now you can go."

William muttered something and closed the door behind him after he left the office.

Jane raised her eyebrows as she watched him leave.

The manager rounded his desk and pointed to a couch. "Please have a seat, Detectives."

All three shook their head and kept standing.

Jane counted to ten and took a deep breath. "We are here for some more information about Chris Wilson's stay in your hotel, Mr. ..."

"Farley.", the man introduced himself. "Ethan Farley."

Frankie just rolled his eyes.

Jane looked at him and than slowly at the manager. "Right. I think you already know Detective Rizzoli.", she pointed at Korsak and then at herself. "This is Sergeant Vince Korsak and I am Detective Jane Rizzoli. We are here because we'd like to know who accompanied Chris Wilson when he was here the last time."

Farley looked long at her and then at Frankie. "I already told the other Detective Rizzoli that our guest are very discrete and they wouldn't like it if we gave away their information about their stay here."

Korsak drew his eyebrows together. "We don't care about your other guests. We are only interested in Chris Wilson and his companion."

Farley looked straight at him but didn't move.

Jane licked her lips and folded her hands in front of her. "Listen, you can cooperate with us now and tell us the name of his companion, or we come back with a warrant. It's your decision, Mr. Farley."

Farley looked at her but got to his feet and walked to his desk. He typed something on his keyboard and grabbed the printed paper. "I am giving you that under protest."

Jane took the paper and looked at him with a small smile. "We will keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Farley."

Farley gritted his teeth and leaned back in his oversized chair.

Korsak took the paper and tapped on Jane's elbow as he read the name on it while his jaw almost dropped to the floor. "Jane."

Jane looked with drawn together eyebrows at him. "Hmm?"

Korsak pointed at what he had read seconds ago. "Look at this."

Jane's frowned deeply and her mouth opened in surprise.

•••••••••••

Jane stood in the bullpen and stared at the new information on the board. Now she was really confused. Didn't Chris Wilson say that he was married to a woman? It wasn't the first time that a man or a woman pretended they were straight at night they lived their double life and met with their same sex lovers. But she did not expect such a revelation about Chris Wilson. She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. She really disliked men or women who cheated on their partners. But cheating the way Chris Wilson had really disgusted her.

Korsak came from the Café into the bullpen with a sandwich and slowed his steps. "You okay?"

Jane slowly nodded but didn't look at him.

Korsak looked at his food and held it toward his former partner. "You want this?"

Jane looked at his sandwich and shook her head and smiled. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry."

"When was the last time you ate?", he wanted to know.

Jane looked at her watch and raised her eyebrows. "Six hours ago."

Korsak walked over to her and put the sandwich on her desk. "Eat it, I can get another one."

"Korsak ...", Jane said softly.

Korsak stopped her as he raised his hand. "No discussion, Rizzoli. I won't explain to the Doc why you broke down because a low blood sugar level. When Maura isn't here I am responsible for you and your eating habits."

Jane grabbed the sandwich and unwrapped it. "I thought my mother would be responsible for my eating when Maura isn't here."

"She isn't here either.", Korsak replied.

Jane smiled broadly and took a bite. "Thank you."

Korsak nodded and sat down in his chair. "So, Chris Wilson is cheating on his wife with a man. Do you think Aaron knew that?"

Jane swallowed the food and furrowed her eyebrows. "Maybe. Chris said that Aaron and he shared an unpleasant friendship."

"So Aaron threatened Chris with outing him to Chris' wife." Korsak said slowly.

Jane nodded in agreement as she took another bite. "I had the same thought." She said with her mouth full of food and smiled as Korsak rolled his eyes. "I mean that's a good reason to make someone shut up forever if you want to keep up the facade. I sent Frankie to check if Chris and his wife have a prenup."

"Well, that would be a good reason to kill someone." Korsak said and leaned back in his chair."You want to talk to Chris Wilson again?"

Jane shook her head and swallowed her next bite. "No, I want to disarticulate him slowly. First I want to talk to his lover Mel Warner, and then to his wife Joan. Let's see what falls off the tree."

Korsak smirked and nodded slowly.

"Don't choke on your food.", Frankie said as he sneaked up from behind and patted Jane's back.

Jane did exactly did that and choked on the sandwich. She coughed hard and glared at Frankie while Korsak laughed. "What the fuck ... Are you trying to kill me? Frankie? "

Frankie laughed amused and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Jane, but I couldn't resist."

Jane rolled her eyes and put the sandwich away. "Did you find something?"

Frankie held up a folder and nodded with a knowing smile. "You were right. Chris and Joan Wilson do have an prenup. In the case of a divorce because one of them had cheated the cheater get nothing."

Jane sipped her water and drew her eyebrows together. "So Chris wouldn't get anything. But why such an hard clause? I thought Chris was the one with the money in their marriage. He wouldn't be doing himself a favor."

Frankie handed her the folder. "He has money, a lot. But his wife Joan has more. She stood on this clause."
Jane raised her frowned deeply. "Jesus Christ.", she said and looked at both men. "Chris may have had a strong alibi, but his motive is way stronger. Let's go and talk to Mel Warner."

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Jane sat in the big living room of Mel Warner's house and smiled at the handsome man with warm brown eyes and light blonde hair. She definitely liked him more than Chris and couldn't understood why a man like him could be with a man like Chris Wilson. "Thank you for having us here, Mr. Warner."

Mel nodded slowly and looked back and forth between the three Detectives. "You are more than welcome. Chris mentioned that you might show up."

Frankie raised his eyebrows. "Did he?"

Mel nodded agreeing. "You are investigating Aaron's homicide, aren't you?"

Jane nodded and took a deep breath. "Did you know Aaron Jones?"

"We met once or twice. I'd liked him.", he replied. "Chris always said that he wished that he hadn't known him."

Korsak drew his eyebrows together. "Why did he say that?"

Mel sighed and licked his lips. "Chris and I were in the park one day and we were flirting and ... well ... let's say that we weren't being that discrete that day. Aaron caught us and asked what Chris' wife would think about our little affair. Chris totally freaked out and almost beat the crap out of Aaron. I had to step between them."

"So you know that Chris is married?", Jane asked slowly. "Do you also know that Joan and Chris have a prenup and that Chris doesn't get anything when they divorce if he cheats?"

Mel slowly nodded and shrugged. "Yes and yes. But I don't care about Chris' money. As you can see I have my own."

Jane scrutinized him. "But maybe Chris doesn't share your opinion. I mean Joan is very wealthy. Anyway, you were together with Chris when Aaron got killed?"

Mel nodded slowly. "Yes, he was with me the whole time. You seriously can't think that Chris wanted Aaron's dead. I mean he is sometimes an ... an idiot but he isn't capable of committing a murder."

Korsak raised his eyebrows. "We're just looking at all angles, Mr. Warner."
"If anyone had a reason to kill Aaron it would be Pamela, Chris' sister."

Frankie drew his eyebrows together."Why?"

"One day, when I was with Chris at Pam's house for a nice dinner, I listened to a phone call she made. I knew it was Aaron because several times she said his name, besides all the other names she called him. I also heard her saythat he was a dead man if he fooled her again."

Jane narrowed her eyes. "When was that?"

Mel thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows. "Uh ... about an week before Aaron got killed."

And now all sympathy had vanished. Jane swallowed hard. "Chris didn't say anything about that."

"He didn't know about it.", Mel replied. "I didn't think that anything would really happen to Aaron. I mean I've said a lot of times that I could kill someone but, that didn't mean that I would really kill that person."

Korsak looked in disbelief at him. "Why didn't you come to us after the media report about Aaron's death?"

Mel sighed heavily and shook his head. "Chris said that I should shut up as long as you didn't know about me. And so I did. I know that it was wrong but ... but I was so shocked when I heard about Aaron's death and I couldn't think straight. You have to understand that Pamela is a close friend of mine."

"So you put Pamela and Chris before Aaron?", Jane growled.

Mel licked his lips and closed his eyes.

The three Detectives waited for an explanation but it never came.

Jane tore her eyes away from Mel and looked in disbelief at Korsak.

Korsak huffed and shook his head.