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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 9 - First kiss

Dinner was delicious. Angela wanted to hear all about the case and for Jane it's a great distraction from Maura who occasionally runs her stocking foot up the back of Jane's calf. The stern looks from Jane and the occasional "unfair" whispers do nothing to deter Maura and possibly only make her worse. She was enjoying Jane's discomfort. Dinner is filled with half smiles and sideways glances between them, the usual touches lingering longer than usual. Fortunately Angela doesn't seem to notice.

Angela eventually leaves and heads to the guest house, Maura locks her back door and sits down beside Jane

"How did you recover so fast? I thought I was gonna pass out, but you - you.." Jane points at Maura accusingly, "You were as cool a cucumber...and teasing the heck out of me all night."

Maura laughs, "You were wonderful Jane, just completely flabbergasted. I did however think I would have an upper airway obstruction when Angela suggested we would enjoy the movie 'Imagine you and me.'"

They both laugh heartily, then relax staring at each other, softly studying the others features and expressions.

Jane finally speaks after sitting in silence a few moments, "I am no closer to solving this case, it's so frustrating." she sighs

Maura laughs softly, "Thats what you're thinking about?"

Jane turns to Maura placing a hand on each shoulder and gently pulls her closer, so close their lips are almost touching but not quite, "No, Maura" Jane breathes slowly, "that's not all I'm thinking about," Maura holds her breath her heart already pounding in her ears, "I'm also thinking about how I can pay you back for that little game over dinner." Jane smirks.

Maura smiles trying to lean in for a kiss, "Baby, I can't wait, do you want cash or credit?", she whispers already feeling the tingling desire in her body.

Jane holds her in place, keeping the forced distance, "Money is the root of evil, Maura"

Maura blinks, and then smiles gently, "Actually Jane, the passage is 'For the love of money is the root of all evil.'"

Jane stares blankly at Maura who is still trying to wiggle close enough for their lips to touch, the cogs of Jane's brain turning,

"The love of - money." She says out loud to herself.

Maura groans, irritated at being unable to reach Jane's lips "Yes, Jane. It's greed. Greed is the root of all evil"
Giving up on a kiss, Maura runs her fingers slowly across Jane's thigh trying to get her attention.

Jane looks at Maura, smiling, not seductively, not warmly, Maura can't place it.
"You're a genius Maur'." She leans into Maura and places a chaste soft kiss on her lips, Maura moans, then Jane pulls back slowly.

Maura groans disappointed, "That's a terrible terrible first kiss Jane."

Jane looks lovingly at Maura a smile on her lips, twinkle in her eyes, searching her face, dimples showing, her eyes focus on Maura's lips as she leans in slowly opening her mouth slightly, finally taking Maura's lips in hers.
It's sloppy, gentle, sweet, the sensation is amazing, both of them lost in the moment. Teeth graze lips as Jane starts to pull back breaking the connection, pulling Maura's bottom lip gently as she does. Maura whines, leaning forward still trying to keep the contact. When Jane opens her eyes. Maura isn't moving, her eyes are still closed, soft wet lips pouting.
"Wow" Maura breathes finally opening her eyes. Jane's grin takes over her whole face. She cups Maura's cheeks in her hands, "You are beautiful Maur'. I'll be back later." And gets up to leave.

"What?" Maura swallows trying to catchup with the unexpected situation change, "Where are you going? It's nine o'clock at night?"

Jane looks back at her from the front door, "I've got a case to solve." Winks and closes the door behind her.

"What?" Maura calls after her but she is gone. "You are beautiful too, Jane" She whispers to the closed door.

Jane is surrounded by a stack of papers, rubbing her forehead, when Korsak arrives.

"It is 11pm, this better be good Jane" He grumbles as he sits in his chair.

"It's all about greed" Jane responds looking up. "It's why the clues didn't fit, It's why nothing fit." She stands up and starts pacing, "The school covered everything up because bad press would affect their income and donations from parents."

Korsak walks over to Jane's desk staring at the piles surrounding her. Articles about 'accidents' in schools all over the world, Outraged parents pulling their children from universities, scandals, injury, hazings, hospitalised teenagers, threats of exposure, fraternities and sororities shut down, police investigations, and cases of satanic ritual abuse.

"There have been almost no arrests from almost any of these events." Jane finally speaks, it has been bothering her for the last hour, "At one stage one of the Judges was even under investigation because he allowed some kids that confessed to crimes to walk free and then it was found out he had attended that same school. It was in the papers for one day and then nothing. I looked into it and the judge was privately found to 'not be bias' half way through the investigation. Half way through." Jane throws her arms up in the air demonstrating the absurdity, "The investigation was just shut down...no questions."

She pauses to catch her breath, anger behind her eyes, she hated injustice and these cases were rife with injustice.

"At Boston College, I think the parents that complained got paid to keep quiet", she continues her fists clenched, "the kids, like John's friend, won't or can't talk about it. I've checked financial records on public record of some the the parents charities and some of them had unaccounted 'charity' payments of equal amounts, maybe it's nothing, but I can't dig without a warrant and no judge will give me that, I don't even have names" She rubs the back of her neck.

Korsak nodded, he was trying to think of a response but all that came out was a strangled 'hmm'. He was no stranger to corruption, police corruption, legal corruption, internal corruption, and more. He places a comforting hand on Jane's shoulder.

Jane continues after a pause, "I've looked into that strange ring Hamish was wearing, The G with the math symbols, the closest I can find is the freemasonic symbol which is some secret powerful gentleman's club. If you're in this club it appears you will get better positions in jobs, better recommendations, promoted before others, if two people equally qualified go after the same job...the freemason will get it if the boss or company is a masonic one. People get reduced crimes if the judge is in the same club, it is like a huge brotherhood. These colleges seem to have a similar thing that, Kids that are in certain fraternities get special...preferences" She goes back to her seat.

Korsak rubs his chin slowly "Boston college is a Jesuit college, Jane, I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier."

"Jesuits? Like a Jesus thing?"

"Actually it's like a catholic thing. The Society of Jesuits are the armed militia of the Roman Catholic Church. They were sanctioned in 1540 to defeat Protestantism and regain worldwide Papal rule. But they did some things that were not popular and got expelled from at least 83 countries."

"Never heard of them Korsak" She frowns at him wondering if he is teasing her.

"It's a rather long history lesson but over the last 400 years the Jesuits have succeeded in establishing the largest worldwide network of schools and universities. These prominent schools and universities, have produced many well known alumni. Therefore have been able to shape and mould the thinking of many famous world leaders, and produce generations of political and religious leaders who were favorable to the Roman Catholic Church, and her doctrinal agenda.

Jane scratches her head, this is a lot to take in and she doesn't recall hearing anything like this at her catholic school or in history classes, not that she paid it much attention.

"The secret societies being controlled by the Jesuits today include Freemasonry, the Knights of Malta, the Bilderberg group, and more, and all the subgroups.

Jane rubs the scars on the back of her hands pressing hard, they are itchy, probably the stress. "How do you know all this?"

Korsak doesn't answer straight-away, "Bonesman" he finally answers though mostly to himself

Jane stares at him waiting for an explanation, she tilts her head to try get his attention, waves her arm at him, but he is lost in thought.

"Vince? Bonesman?"

He looks up at her, and clears his throat "I had a case, long ago. A Yale student ended up trying to kill his parents, he had to be put in mental care. We discovered he had gone through an initiation that had caused him to literally loose the plot. It was really upsetting, for everyone. The kid was claustrophobic and terrified of the dark, and one of the initiations rites was he was locked in a coffin naked with another male and had to tell all his secrets and masterbate."

"Fu-wha-seriously-why-nuh-uh - you're joking, right?"

"It's supposedly a way of keeping them silent, keeping it all secret, if you ever talked about them or what was done, they would expose the embarrassing secrets. The Alumni didn't let him eat or sleep or drink properly for a week prior, and he claims they talked about sacrificing babies. It was too much for him." Korsak looks depressed, the same pained look he gives when a stray animal is discovered alone and hurt. Jane is gob-smaked, her mouth agape and her eyes drying out from forgetting to blink.
"You better not be messing with me." she whispers.

Korsak looks Jane straight in the eyes and she physically braces herself for the rest.

"When he was found the cops weren't sure if he was going to shoot his family or himself, he was crazy Jane, mad. When they got the gun off him and were leading him to the car he yelled 'Bonesman' at the top of his lungs until his throat was hoarse then he just collapsed in tears and had to be dragged the rest of the way. The doctors suspected the meltdown was a drug induced psychosis. We never found anything that supported their theory and there was no drugs in his system. We were questioning the entire university trying to find any clue, which turns out was like poking a hibernating bear. Next thing we had the school threatening to press charges against us, the FBI telling us to back off and the senator calling the heads of departments to shut down the investigation. Which obviously we did."

"Sure you did" Jane almost laughs

"Well I might have done some digging on my own" He smiles triumphantly. "Turns out the initiations of a Yale's 'Skull and bones' are quite infamous, as well as the lack of any investigations into them - as if by magic.." Korsak wiggles his fingers making a rainbow shape on either side of his head. "I dug pretty deep and got nowhere...after a few years of poking in my spare time I eventually gave up. Can still hear that kid screaming 'Bonesman'." He looks remorseful, "Never did get closure for him or his folks."

Jane watches him a moment, she hopes this case isn't something that will haunt them for years to come, "I can't believe they get away with it."

"Judges and media and sometimes even police are in it or part of it, and politicians, and-" He clears his throat, unsure how the next part will sound to Jane, "Presidents."

"Presidents." Jane repeats slowly, "Which Presidents"

Korsak studies her face a moment, she is tired, there is no twinkle in her eyes, she keeps rubbing her hands together and her jaw is clenched.

"Well, Bush Jr and Senior, um, Hoover, Reagan, Ford, Taft, Jefferson, Buchanan, Garfield, Harding, Jackson, Johnson, McKinley, Monroe, Polk, Roosevelt, Truman, Washington, Carter and Clinton"

Jane's face turns ashen and she starts waving her arms like trying to disperse a bad stench, "Eww, they all did the coffin thing? Gross"

Korsak chuckles "I don't know, there are many types of secret societies all with different rites and they vary but they all seemed a little perverse to me."

"So this bonesman thing is what is going on here?"

"Maybe."

Silence fills the room as they both think about Hamish and what happened to him

"Will Hamish and his family get justice?" Jane finally asks

"I sure hope so. But I am not getting my hopes up Jane, this is really deep stuff. These groups have a lot of power."

"Yeah Presidents included." Jane grumbles rocking back in her chair and staring at the ceiling as if to challenge the fluorescent lights staring back at her.

Korsak starts typing on his computer, "President Kennedy spoke out against Secret Societies in a speech on April 27th,1961. He said 'The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and secret proceedings...Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed."

"Wow" Is all Jane can manage, her head feels like it's literally about to explode. 'Mistakes are buried not headlined' rolls around her mind like an tiny drum.

Korsak doesn't let up just yet, It's almost like it is a burden he has been carrying for years and is finally unloading it.
"Kennedy also opposed the federal reserve bank issuing Executive Order 11110 in June, 1963. He was assassinated in November 1963. Many people believe it was because he was exposing the secret societies, opposing the C.I.A and trying to stop the federal reserve getting control of the financial system, that got him killed".

"Oh, so this could be dangerous, yay." Jane pinches the bridge of her nose. "So where too?"

"I don't know" he answers honestly, "I guess we keep following the clues."

Korsak walks over to the crime board focusing on the pictures of the Victim on the crime board. Cuts on legs, ring, obelisk, drugs, fall from a building, fraternity, jesuit school, how does it all fit together.

"I should fill Cavanaugh in, I guess. That could be fun" Jane rests her head in her arms wondering what sort of reaction this theory would get.

Korsak scratches his head, "hmmmm."...

...To be continued...