Chapter 9

"Janie, you're not gonna believe this. Well, maybe you will," Frankie told her on the phone.

She was still seated at the Dirty Robber with her hamburger gone and a half plate of fries left, which she was sharing with Boris, the bodyguard. She put him on speakerphone.

"Did you get a lead?" she asked hopefully.

"I dreamed about Maura too," he told her. "She told that a guy named Dr. Joseph Harris is connected to this and he's one of two men holding her. Here's the scary part, I did interview a doctor named Joseph Harris. And maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me but-."

"Who is Harris?" Jane interrupted.

"He was Samson's therapist in prison. The drug mule girl. I'm not sure how he's connected to Hoyte, but..." he trailed off.

"What?" Jane asked impatiently.

"Maura told me that he is. I know it's weird, Jane. I can't explain it, but the dream felt so..."

"Real," Jane finished.

"Yeah, like she was right here. To be honest, it's kind of scaring the hell out of me," he added with a slight chuckle.

"Good work," Jane told him and smiled. "Don't move on Harris just yet. Don't even tell Dean. We need to find the connection first."

"What about Korzak?" he asked. "He's still sleeping."

"Let him rest and we'll tell him later, okay?"

"Nina?"

"Is she awake now?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, she woke up a few minutes after me."

"Okay, get her working on it too then," Jane told her. "I'm going to stake out the prison," Jane told him. "I'll see if he's at work and where he goes afterward."

"Jane, be careful. Maura said something else too-."

"He's waiting until I'm there so he can kill us together. I know."

"How did you-?"

"Maura already told me," she finished.

There was a long pause and Frankie said, "This is just weird, right?"

"Some things are beyond explanation, little brother. Sometimes you just go with it."

"Okay, just promise me, you won't go alone or make a move until we know more about this guy."

"Okay."

"No, that's not good enough. You swear, Jane."

"Fine. I swear, Frankie. I won't make a move by myself."

"Hey?" he said softly getting her attention. After brief pause he added, "I love you and we'll find her, okay?"

"I love you too," she replied as she hung up.

Boris grinned from across the table.

"Oh shut up," Jane chuckled at him.

"Don't be embarrassed that you have a family you love and who loves you," he told her. "Many people would be envious of that - myself included."

Jane didn't reply. She simply nodded with a somewhat far-off look in her eyes that hindered a bit on disbelief. Boris read what it meant.

"We're going to find her," he reassured her soundly. "You have my promise."

Jane begin to grinned slightly. "You're really good at that."

"Mind reading?" he teased.

She just nodded.

He leaned closer and said, "Your skill is putting together the clues when something's already been done. My skill is anticipating what they're going to do before they do it. As I said, together we'll find her. So how about we start that stake out?"

Jane grinned and motioned him to follow her out.

Back in her basement, Maura wasn't sure what time it was when the door opened and a bag of groceries was brought down. Not waiting for it to be handed to her, she took it from her captor and emptied it at the foot of her air mattress on the ground. Under the guise of making sure all of her items were there, she managed to push some of the canned items underneath the mattress to save for later. She breathed a slight sigh of relief when it appeared he hadn't noticed.

As she began to chew on one of her apple, her ski mask captor tossed the marker, baseball card and an index card with the number sequence at her. She noticed this time that his hands had latex gloves.

"Fill it out," he ordered.

She continued to chew as she nodded.

"You held up your end of the bargain, so I will hold mine. A deal is a deal after all," she told him.

She uncapped the pen and started to cough, turning her head and eventually her back to him. She dropped the pen and the card, and she motioned him for some water. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the facet at the utility tub where a small paper cup also rested. With his back turned, her captor didn't notice that she flipped the card over and wrote in tiny letters 'dr. ' as she coughed. She turned it back over and waved her hand for the drink.

After she took a few drinks, she took a deep breath.

"Thank you," she told him. She wrote the information that he requested and showed it to him for approval. He nodded and she handed the card to him. She watched as he placed the card directly into an envelope and seal it shut. She also noticed it was addressed to one Jane Rizzoli. It took all her willpower not to smile or give a sigh of relief.

'Who's the stupid cunt now?' she thought silently as he walked up the stairs, envelope in hand.