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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE
Chapter 17 - Tampering with evidence
Wednesday11:30pm
"Where is your lawyer, Shawn?" Korsak smiles waiting for this interview to go south
Shawn smiles back, "I don't need one, I haven't done anything."
"Anything we can prove you mean?" Jane eyeballs him
"No need for us both to say it, Detective Rizzoli."
She stares at him, avoiding any expression.
"Enjoy the power huh, Shawn?"
Shawn smiles, "Matter of fact, I do. You enjoy being powerless?"
Jane smiles at him ignoring the comment, "The last ritual, where you there?"
"Nope. I never saw Hamish that night, I don't know the kid."
"What about the drugs found in your locker?"
Shawn frowns, "Maybe the police planted them."
Korsak stares at him, "You protecting someone? best you look out for yourself right now Shawn."
"Good cop bad cop routine huh?" Shawn looks at Jane
"You'd like that, huh?" She retorts, "The fraternity was on suspension was it not?"
He looks a little worried, "Sort of. It was kind of a temporary thing, just keeping an eye on what we were up to, nothing official."
"That's not what the principal Adams said."
"You'd have to talk to him about that, I'm just a student." He crosses his arms
Korsak crosses his arms leaning back, almost mimicking Shawn, "What about the drinking blood?"
He is becoming comfortable at being evasive, "They were allowed to drink if they wanted, no one forced them too."
"Did you see Hamish that night?"
"Yeah"
"So you were there?"
"Uh..yeah...for a bit."
"You go up on the roof."
He smiles again, "I believe the roof is out of bounds?"
Korsak growls, "Answer the question."
"No."
"You're lying," Jane grunts "Did you move Hamish's body?"
Shawn smiles, "Do you have evidence I did?"
Korsak stands up leaning close to Him, "Maybe your answers will be a little more straightforward after a few hours behind bars. yeah?"
"Do you think they have classes on police interrogations, Korsak?" Jane asks once outside
Korsak chuckles, "I wouldn't put it past them. Who's next, Jane?"
"Oliver."
Saturday 11:11pm
It wasn't unusual for her to visit the lab at all hours. The security guard barely looked up
"Dr. Isles" He acknowledged giving her a curt nod before going back to his magazine.
She swiped her card through and took the elevator to the lab.
The evidence for this case was spread out on a table, the drugs, a needle, the note and the shirt the note was found in, the ring. It was a surprising minimal amount of physical evidence, the only piece completely mysterious was the note and that the body had been moved after the fall. Why it was moved she didn't know. If they had left him it wouldn't have looked suspicious. She picked up the note studying it carefully, it was plain paper and a standard ballpoint pen, the writing was shaky and the penmanship left a lot to be desired. Hamish had hand-stitched it into the bottom of the pocket making a similar pattern on the opposite side so attention wouldn't be drawn to it. A lot of care had been taken and the team had almost missed it themselves. A stray flash of the black light pointed in the wrong direction for a single moment had caused the note to glow phosphorescent white through the fabric catching the techs attention. It could easily have been missed, but here it was in a plastic bag, sealed, as evidence.
How would they know she destroyed it. She had no idea. There were no camera's in the room. She carefully removed the note and placed it on the table. Taking another evidence bag she put the note in and slid it into the top drawer of the desk unlabelled. She had messed with the chain of evidence, she would probably loose her job, but she couldn't destroy the note, not just yet. If she did there was no links back if something happened to Jane, or herself. She took another blank piece of paper out of the desk and folded it in half carefully, putting it into the original evidence bag and resealing it. She tucked it into her jacket pocket and left the way she had come.
Once outside she stood facing BPD and removed the note from the evidence bag dropping the bag in the trash-bin beside her. Taking out a lighter and quickly setting the blank paper alight. The flames took over the paper quickly licking at Maura's fingers, when it got too hot she dropped it in the trash-bin also. She looked up the road both ways, maybe someone saw her maybe they didn't, she climbed in her car and drove back home.
"Maura, Come, come to bed with me," Jane whispers in her ear and softly takes her hand gently leading her towards the bedroom
Maura follows obediently behind
It was late, dinner had been truly wonderful, tender, caring. All those nights together in the past paled in comparison, because they'd never taken this massive yet tiny step and shared their love for each other. It was so sickly sweet like a hollywood romance. Two friends becoming more than just friends and planning to live happily ever after.
Maura softly closes the door behind her and turns into the dimly lit room to face Jane who has a dimpled smirk on her face, she waiting patiently to see where they both are comfortable going. Maura just stares back enjoying being able to just look at Jane, see her, stare, ogle without judgement.
Jane steps forward and just hugs Maura, holding her tightly.
"Are you sure you're ready Jane." She asks confused at the gesture
"Yes. Are you?"
Maura pauses for a moment feeling her heartbeat in her chest and Jane's heart beating against her
'I'm not sure," she admits sadly, frowning at herself, "I'm sorry, Jane...I..."
Jane cups Maura's chin and tilts her head up so Maura can see she's not upset. Her eyes twinkle, "It's ok Maur', we have all the time in the world." Jane pulls her into a soft tender kiss, "Tonight..." She pecks Maura gently again, "...tonight it can just be like it always is. Heaps of innocent snuggling."
Maura scowls, "No kissing?" She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout
Jane chuckles, "And here I thought you weren't attracted to me?"
Maura half smiles her pout disappearing, "I wasn't then, you kinda grew on me."
Jane turns Maura to hug her from behind. She falls backwards onto the bed taking Maura with her, wrapping her arms and tucking her legs around her wiggling girlfriend. "Whatever you want Maura, as slow or fast, as little or as much," She kisses Maura's earlobe as she whispers tenderly, "So long as we have each other."
Maura sighs contentedly just loving the tender warmth
Jane nuzzles her neck like an Eskimo, "Life long best friends forever."
"Life long best friends forever, Jane", Maura repeats finally wiggling out of Jane's hug so she could turn and face her and placing a gentle kiss on Jane's eyelid, then the tip of her nose, a slightly longer one on her lips and the last one on her jaw before snuggling into her chest whispering, "Goodnight beautiful."
A single tear of joy trickled down Jane's face as she held Maura tightly
She must have dozed off for a moment because she didn't hear the door open, the click-clack of high heels snapped her head up out of the neck of her tee-shirt. She quickly wiped the tear running down her face and looked up. Steel blue eyes pierced her scared brown ones, it was the first face she had seen since she arrived here. The woman was stunning, tall and blonde, her blue eyes peeking over gold-rimmed spectacles. Soft features and a warm smile. She carried a clipboard loosely under her arm like a doctor. She was probably about as tall as Jane.
Leaning forward, she reached her arm out hand open to Jane, no words, just expectation.
Jane had withdrawn at the sudden movement and her face now completely surprised at the gesture. This was not what she expected. This wasn't safe. This was a tactic maybe, be nice to gain her trust only to destroy it again later, torture within torture, good cop, a game within games. She was a fly stuck in a giant web of deceit. The question is: who is the Spider?
The woman before her waits patiently until Jane, without another choice, stiffly reaches out her hand placing it in the woman's hand. It is instantly grasped and her arm is tugged helping Jane to stand, then her hand is released. The woman turns on her heels and walks out the door lifting her clipboard to read it. "Keep up" she calls over her shoulder. There are no guards. Jane checks the hall before exiting the room and follows almost in a daze. This has to be a trick. She stiffens her walk and follows keeping a few meters behind, checking every corridor they pass, pausing at every corner. She could easily tackle this woman, why is she free to follow, un-cuffed, no hood, no guards.
The woman enters a room on the right and Jane cautiously follows.
The room is simple, a metal table fixed to the floor and two metal chairs facing each other.
Jane could pick up a chair and beat this woman with it and there was no one there that could stop her fast enough.
But she didn't, she was afraid, this mysterious freedom unhinged her.
The woman gestured to the empty chair and sat down opposite it. Jane checked the doorway then sat as requested, or expected. The line was blurred between free and captive right now.
The silence lasted several moments while the woman appeared to read the chart. Jane struggled internally at this psychological tactic, trying to decipher the end game. She had used a lot of tactic in interrogations but taking away the other persons power was always necessary. This she would never try herself.
"Maura Isles" the woman finally says reading off the clipboard then glancing up to see Jane's reaction. Fire instantly burned behind Jane's eyes as they grew dark with protectiveness, her fists clenched, lips scowled, and any chance of hiding her true feelings from the enemy was lost.
Damn it
This woman knew Jane cared about Maura now, they had a weapon in this knowledge, it was more powerful than anything else.
She kicked herself inside, that's why they were nice to her just now, so she would be unguarded, and react in raw shock. They had worn her down and tricked her and she had not be able to hide her feelings which would usually have been disguised within the fear she projected outwardly because of the situation she was in.
"What do you know?" The woman questioned casually, as if it wasn't really important.
Jane knew it was a question about the case, not Maura. She stared at the woman wondering what was coming next. She should have beat her with the chair. She should stand up now and fight her, the woman would stand no chance against her anger and strength, despite not eating in however long it had been.
But they might hurt Maura, they know about Maura
They had restrained Jane with just one name. one identity.
"Not enough" Jane responded simply
The woman's lips curled into a slight smile making a few notes, "What do you think you know?"
Jane leaned back in the uncomfortable chair trying to relax, trying to think, trying to look more in control than she felt, "I think it was an accident" she responded slowly, she didn't know if they wanted the truth or the new fake truth, she hoped she had picked right.
The woman looked at her for sometime, she had a poker face like no-one Jane knew, her throat started to constrict from the intense wait. It was a cross between a stare down and a competition as to who could hold their stare the longest.
The woman finally raised an eyebrow and picked up a photo, placing it in front of Jane, "Maura must agree with you."
Jane sat forward to look at it lifting it to see better.
She hid her response better this time.
The picture was of Maura standing outside BPD with a burning piece of paper in her hand. It was taken from inside a vehicle not too far from where Maura was standing. The photo was such high resolution that she could tell Maura had been crying, red puffy eyes, creased forehead, the corners of her mouth pulled down, frustration in her eyes.
Her heart bled in empathy.
Jane could easy jump across the table and strangle this woman right now, at least some pain would stop if she did, but they both knew that wouldn't happen. Not if Jane ever wanted to see Maura alive again. So she waited.
"Keep it an accident, stop investigating, and you can continue in peace. Forget everything you knew, Jane"
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...to be continued...