The elevator doors opened and Jane strode in, trying to emulate the confidence she usually did, despite the fact that her limbs and torso, and neck and head were far too comfortable being wrapped around the length of Maura's body back at home. Alas, another working day rolled around, and Maura rolled out of bed with it and got ready for work, leaving Jane to grumble and whine to herself until she bored herself and got out too. She had a quick shower and when she got out, she gave herself a little pep talk. It was more along the lines of "don't fuck up today", but it inspired her nonetheless.
She could feel Frankie's eyes on her as she passed his desk and it bugged her. "Frankie!"
"Sorry," he spat, forcing himself to look back at the papers on his desk. She slouched into her chair and opened the report that was sitting there. "It's just..." She knew what he was going to say, and that made it even more annoying, but Angela would have a go at her for not being nice to her baby brother. He's not even a baby anymore, she said to herself, but shook her head as she turned to face Frankie who was standing by her desk.
"What?" She'd tried to make it sound calm, but it still came out snappy.
"I just wanna say that if you need anything, anything at all-"
"I know, I can just ask."
"Yeah. I mean it, Janie."
"I know you do, but I'm fine, okay?"
"Okay."
"Korsak!" Jane said loudly as the other man walked into the room, effectively finishing her conversation with Frankie. "What have you got?"
He placed down his coffee and picked up a folder from his desk and handed it to Jane. "Techs got a positive match for Arthur Finnigan's batch of that really long chemical name," Korsak nodded to Frankie. "And so we checked his alibi for the murder time and he checks out."
"What?!"
"But," Korsak started, holding up his finger. "He doesn't have an alibi for the time when the body was dumped. Uniforms interviewed him yesterday morning, and he said he was with a friend running tests, but this friend said that Arthur turned up late with no explanation to where he was except for "having to drop something off for his dad"."
"Oh, really?" Jane said, feeling a little better with where this was going.
"So we had uniforms go to the club last night to pick up Arthur's old man, but he's skipped town. Apparently he does that a lot when the cops are after him."
"So that leaves us where?"
"Nowhere. We have nothing," Frankie said. Jane groaned as she leaned back in her chair, covering her face with her hands. They really had no leads whatsoever. Usually they still had someone they could talk to if they had nothing else but right now they had nothing and no one, unless...
"What about Arthur?"
"What about him?"
"Well, the partner isn't telling us anything-" Korsak started.
"You had him in overnight?"
"Yeah, but we had to let him go this morning when his lawyer showed up," Frankie answered.
"But we haven't talked to Arthur at all," the older detective finished.
"Well, I'm going to grab something to eat, 'cause I'm starving, and when I get back we can call him in." Korsak nodded and Frankie sat back at his desk, so Jane left to grab herself a sandwich or something.
She was a little on edge when she stepped into the elevator, but relaxed when the doors reopened and she practically leapt out. As she was walking to the café, a young man in a suit walked into the precinct and up to the front desk. She wouldn't have noticed him if it wasn't for his fidgety behaviour. He was practically shaking as he spoke to the officer at the front. "My name is Arthur Finnigan." Jane froze mid stride and spun to walk over to him.
"Dr. Arthur Finnigan?"
"Yes," the man said, still shaking. He had a few drops of sweat residing on his forehead and his hands were trembling as he held them down by his side. "I'd like to confess." Jane nodded, and turned to lead him up to an interview room.
"Please follow me." As she led him into the elevator, she slipped out her phone and texted.
Korsak looked at his phone as it dinged with a message and then frowned. "What is it?" Frankie asked.
"Jane; she just texted me. Speak of the devil. Interview room one. What do you think that means?"
"I think it might mean go to interview room one and you will see."
"Well done, detective," Korsak said as he stood, giving Frankie a proud smile. Korsak knocked on the interview room door and walked in, seeing Dr. Arthur Finnigan sitting nervously across from Jane.
"He wants to confess," Jane said, ever taking her eyes off the doctor. Korsak nodded gladly to himself and sat down beside Jane. "Just for the record, Dr. Finnigan, we've advised you of your rights?"
"Yes, you have."
"Now, would you like to tell us what happened?"
"My father killed Thomas Dunn and I dumped the body outside the Boston Police headquarters."
"Okay. Do you know where he might be now?"
"No. He's done this before though; every time."
"How many times has he done this, and how many times have you dumped the body for him?"
"Um, he's been doing this for years. Probably since before I was born, I suppose. I've only done this for the last four or so years. When I was a kid, I knew what counterfeit smelled like as it was printed, and by the time I was ten, I could count fifty bundles of hundreds a minute. I started taking advanced chemistry in school when I was fourteen because I didn't want to be like him. I wanted to get out of there and do something good. But my dad... I started making counterfeit for him and the club."
"Why?"
"He said he'd kill my mother if I didn't. She died a few years back; I don't know how... I wouldn't be surprised if it was him, you know. Like, I think he would do that." Arthur sat back in his chair and sighed, seemingly composing himself before continuing. "My dad makes counterfeit for himself. He wins new money and copies it. He scams people of millions, and so when that one guy comes along a wins it off him, he loses it. He's got some mental illness I'm sure. Either that or he's just a dickhead. This time it was Thomas, though, and no matter how many times I told him to just leave it, he kept coming back and kept winning, so dad had killed him."
"Why did he get you to dump him?"
"He told me to do it the first time for my twenty-first birthday, like it was a present, and I'd freaked. I'd dumped the body in a park that was about half a block from the police station. I thought he was going to kill me, but he thought it was hysterical. It became a game after that. We'd give the police the body and see them scramble. I went along with it, partly because I didn't want to die, but partly because I knew he'd screw up sometime. I guess this time was it, but he was already gone. I'm sorry." Jane ignored his apology, even though she sort of wanted to console him, and pushed on instead.
"You said that you spoke to Dunn a few times."
"Yes."
"Did you know him personally?"
"I'd run into him every now and then just around the shopping centre and places like that, but... he knew who I was and wanted me to get out of there. He'd tell me to run and never look back. I wish I had, but I guess it's too late now. I remember asking him about the counterfeit that he won from my dad, and he said it was all that he had."
"Was it?"
"I thought not, but it turned out that it was. He had plenty of money when I first met him, but a couple of weeks ago, he said it was all that he had and I asked him where all the other money had gone. I thought he'd gambled it away, but how could someone do that when all they do is win?"
"Where did it go?" Korsak asked.
"He gave it to me. He set up an account, off-shore I think. He wanted me to get away from my father. I think he already knew he was going to die. I asked him why, 'cause I sure as hell didn't need that much money to just get away from my father. He told me, "kid, you've got potential". That was the last thing he said to me."
Korsak and Jane let the uniformed officers take Arthur to booking and then she slipped away to go down to Maura. "Does he have to go to jail?" Maura asked, feeling sympathetic towards the poor man.
"I'm afraid so. He still dumped the body."
"But it was like he was bringing you a case. That's awfully nice of him."
"Maura..." Jane said, letting her know it was a lost battle.
"You said he called him 'dad'? He obviously still cared about him."
"I think he maybe just saw the good inside him and knew that that side could eventually win."
"And he could've come forward anytime to turn in his father, but he didn't."
"Perhaps he thought that if he did that, then he'd never change. He'd always be evil inside. But he still broke the law. He broke the law for someone he loved." Maura looked up at Jane and remembered the time she, Korsak and Frost had told Paddy Doyle about the man who killed Maura's half-brother, even though she'd asked them not to.
"I really didn't like that you broke the law for me, though."
"If I hadn't, and you'd been killed, I would've killed myself before Paddy could get to me."
"Why?" Maura asked a little angrily.
"Because I couldn't live one minute without you, and it would most likely take him more than a minute to get to me."
"Jane..."
"Maura, I'll break the law for you, I'll kill for you, I'll die for you. That's what you do when you love someone this much."
"I know, Jane. I'd do all that for you too."