Chapter 11
As she was standing in the bullpen, Jane's phone rang and she looked down. It was a call from Boris.
"Anything?" she asked hopefully.
"Not even a hello?" he remarked.
"Sorry. Hello. I'm a little on edge," she added sarcastically.
"Understandable. But there's nothing there," he told her. "There's actually no sign of Dr. Isles whatsoever."
"Well, the latest clue that we received was a note written in Maura's handwriting on a baseball card."
"What did say?"
"A Babe Ruth card with another biblical quote about 'Where you die, I will die' and on the back of it she somehow managed to write Dr. J. Harris."
"Really?" Boris said stunned. "I was starting to think that maybe your brother's dream was an overactive imagination or dormant memory."
"I don't believe in coincidence," Jane told him. "So we're still looking for a connection to this guy."
"Okay, I'm going to head back to the department, but I'm going to grab some food to bring back. Any food allergies?" he asked.
"No, were all good," she replied.
"Okay, I'll see you in a few."
"See you," she said as she ended the call.
"Who is that?" Vince asked.
She seemed reluctant to answer, but finally said, "Mr. Martin."
"Do you think that's wise?" he asked.
Without a word she waved him, Frankie and Nina closer. "While I was here, he went into Dr. Harris' home?"
"Jane!" Korzak exclaimed and immediately lowered his voice. "He could blow this investigation."
"What investigation?" Jane hissed. "The only solid leads we've gotten are when we've been unconscious!" she added in a heated whisper. "Agent Dean has provided nothing! Hell, even Maura has providing us more information than the feds and she's the one kidnapped! Let's face it! We're desperate here!"
"So?" Vince asked. "Did he find anything?"
"Oh, so now you want Borris' info?" Jane challenged.
"He's 'Borris' now," Frankie taunted. "What happened to calling him Mr. Martin?"
"Don't push me," Jane warned her brother.
"So did he find something or not?" Vince asked.
"Hey," Jane replied. "Just ten seconds ago it was the worst idea ever!"
"Jane!" Frankie whispered in annoyance. "Spill it!"
"Nothing," she sighed. "There's nothing in that man's house that points to the fact that he's got Maura."
The group gave a collective, frustrated sigh.
"Okay," Korzak told the group huddled around the desk. "It's super research mode time. Nina, I need you to look up everything about this man's recent movements - what he's doing with his money, who he's been associated with, anything and everything you can find."
"I'm on it," she said as she walked away.
"Frankie," Vince continued, "look into this guy's medical practice. Find out where he's studied, every job he's ever held, everything. We're looking for some connection to Hoyte; no matter how thin."
"Got it," he said before walking away.
"What do you want from me?" Jane asked her partner.
"Research any other Doctor J Harris's that might have a connection to Hoyte," he told her. "It might be this man at the prison, but we can't overlook anyone else with the same name."
Before he could say more, his desk phone rang.
"Korsak," he said. After listening for a moment, he said, "Sure. On my way."
"Who's that?" Jane asked.
"Kent. He thinks he found something; he wants me to have a look."
Jane stood up with him. "Really? I can go too and-."
"Stay here," he told her.
"But Vince, if he-."
"If Maura is with a Dr. Harris we need to find the right Dr. Harris. Get researching. I got this."
While it seemed like busy work Jane, she grumbled and made her way over to her desk as Vince left.