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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 15 - Waiting to pay

"What else?" the voice demands.
"There's nothing, there's nothing else, it was an accident, he fell, he fell," Jane begs not caring how pathetic and weak she sounds.

She sees his hand moving towards her face and tries not to stiffen waiting for the contact, relaxing enough that when he strikes her it doesn't jolt through her neck like last time.
"Take her." the voice scoffs standing up straight before walking past her and out of the room. She exhales in relief, the sting on her cheek burning. She closes her eyes completely grateful for the moment, for the reprieve.

Footsteps come up behind her, the click clack of high heels echoing around the room, for a moment it reminds her of Maura, for a moment there is an impossible hope that Maura is here to save her.

The hope dissipates as the room goes dark, a heavy black hood is put over her face. She wants to scream, the claustrophobia instantly consuming her, the fabric touches her mouth, she tries to suck in air against the fabric, she is reminded of drowning. She must have moved involuntarily because arms restrain her on both sides, their grips tight and painful bruising her arms. She feels the restraints being removed from her legs and wrists, the movement burning her skin and then suddenly she is in the air, half carried half dragged out of the room. She is too exhausted to struggle. She closes her eyes and waits, her bare feet tingling with the friction as they drag across the cold hard ground, her own breathing heating up her face, it is claustrophobic, it scares her, but angering her captors scares her more right now so she doesn't struggle.

She collapses to the hard stone floor the moment she is released and lays still, unmoving.

Hopefully for a few moments at least her body can relax. Hopefully she will be unharmed. Hopefully there is no more. The door slams shut with a loud clang and it goes quiet. She pulls the hood off her head and breathes freely. Huge breaths of air, so deeply she breathes it hurts and she coughs. And then she vomits on the floor, her body heaving well after her stomach is empty. Until the pain from her ribs and her pounding head finally forces her to stop dry heaving. She lies down on her side rolling away from the new puddle of stench. She stays still, too terrified to move.

Friday 11:40am

Frankie swears out loud, "No one spoke to her from here. I've asked the entire department. Everyone says they didn't."

Korsak frowns, frustrated, tired. It's been almost 48 hours and they have nothing. It is like the case. Jane vanished without a trace. No car. No clues. No phone. No suspects.

"I was the one who called her.." Maura enters the bullpen and stops short of Jane's desk, "I called her about the note Hamish wrote"

Frankie groans, of course the morgue and lab are internal numbers, now they are back to square one.

Maura reaches over to Jane's phone running a finger from the earpiece to the mouthpiece, "She seemed really distressed about it and asked me to email it to her. Then she left the lab." Her eyes close at the memory. Jane had been upset, she hadn't wanted to talk about the note, she didn't even make a joke or assume who the murderer was. If Maura had to guess, she would have said Jane was livid.

Wednesday 9:45am

"Ricci, why don't you tell us the truth, it would make it easier on everyone."

His face is emotionless, until that evil smirk appears again.

"What makes you think I know anything?"

Jane squeezes the bridge of her nose, she would love to smack this little punk, he's been taking them in circles for hours now. "We have been over this. Are you really that stupid?"

"I have all day with nothing to do and when I am bored I will call in my lawyer" His voice is dripping with arrogance

"Are you threatening me?" Jane stares at him

For a moment he actually looks scared but then covers it quickly "Course not detective, I want you to solve this case as much as you do."

Jane clenches her fists and releases a few times careful to keep self-control

"Let's try this again. Did you move the body of Hamish?"

"No"

"Were you on the roof with him?"

"No"

"Lying is obstruction of justice."

"I know"

"Was there a pledging ritual the night Hamish died?"

"Yes"

"What did it involve?"

"We just fooled around a bit, nothing serious."

"What did it involve?"

He glares at Jane "It's secret, it's between the brotherhood."

"Did Hamish drink blood?"

Ricci looks angry, "I already answered you, I don't know anything about what he ate or drank. The pledges make stuff up sometimes. I can't control them all."

Jane pulls out a piece of paper, "This is a statement made by an eyewitness , "They blindfolded us and beat us with a paddle, forced us to drink until we almost passed out and dressed us in women's clothing and diapers. We were confined in a dark basement without food, water or a bathroom."

Ricci gives that smirk again but says nothing, Jane continues, "The ceremony that night was drinking blood and saying a ritual. And they dragged Hamish away screaming."

She pauses for a moment, "Any of that happen?"

Ricci's eyes light up like he won the Lottery, "I wasn't there. Did anyone say they saw me?"

Jane sighs, "Ricci, if you find yourself being arrested, it's best you don't get caught with trace amounts of the same cocaine as in the victim on your hands and clothes, and in your locker. And black masks identical to victims testimonies in your possession as well as a dead persons handwritten note saying you personally threatened them. I'm just saying. You know, you should be careful"

Ricci's smirk drops away slowly and he looks a little worried, "I think I will call in my lawyer now"

...to be continued...