AN: Another chapter for you. I owe you three now. It focuses on Frankie and Angela's interaction. Tommy is starring in this chapter briefly. Here you go.

It's impossible! This is our childhood home. It cannot be Pop's fault. I can't believe that he didn't do that to us. It's our home that Ma kicked out. Come on, it's ridiculous. I just got served in the prison for three years. And, now I just found out from my brother. It is not fair.

Frankie arrived at Ma's place. He discerned the boxes outside on the front yard. It mystified Frankie. Angela came out with a box from the garage. The short-haired man strode to see her and indicted his finger at the boxes.

"What's going on, Ma?"

"Oh, Frankie! I didn't see you here."

"Janie told me that I have to come here, and I want to know why you are loading the boxes outside?"

"Come on, help me. I am telling ya. It's your father's fault." Angela chastised. Frankie furrowed his brows and followed her along inside the house. The boxes are scattered everywhere. The furniture was covered with white tarps. He looked around in the living room where Angela was packing the albums from the bookshelves.

"Why is Pops' fault, Ma?"

"Because he 'forgot' to pay three months' mortgage bills, and we are behind our payments."

"What?" Frankie was shocked at the revelation. Angela nodded with a sigh.

"Your father just left this morning without telling me about it. I just got served from the bank that we owe the bank for our last three months. What did your father do with the money?"

"He just left you here! I am going to get him in my hands." Frankie scolded at her father's ghost. The older woman turned around to gather the books that she kept her children's life for years and packed in the boxes.

"Francesco Rizzoli! Don't do that. You come here and help me, goddamn it."

"Alright, Ma! Did Tommy know about this?"

"No," Angela whispered before carrying a box outside. Frankie groaned inwardly and got his cellphone out from his pocket. It dialed toward his young brother's cell. It rang a few times.

"Hi."

"Tommy, I think that you should know about Ma. So, where are you right now?"

"I am at Lydia's house and taking TJ to visit her for a few hours. Sup with Ma?"

"Ma got kicked out of our childhood home. Right now, she is packing our life in the boxes."

"What? Hold on." Frankie walked through the hallway to reach his old bedroom, which he was a roommate with his brother in their childhood. It was an empty room. Frankie assumed that Ma packed everything and brought it outside. But he knew that he did take his old bed to sell for a new bed at his apartment.

"I'm here. TJ just went with Lydia for ice cream. I am alone right now. So, tell me about it." Tommy mentioned. Frankie nodded without knowing that his brother couldn't see his nod.

"It is Pop's fault. Because he forgot to pay three months' mortgage on this house. Now, Ma is panicking."

"Does Janie know about it too?"

"She told me to see Ma today. I got some information from Ma. So, how long will you be here, Tommy?"

"I will be there before dinner. We will be there shortly."

"Alright. Come straight to here and help me load in the storage. I know that you have a van. My car is not having enough space."

"Ok, I will see you soon." They hung up. Frankie rubbed his forehead and got out of the room. Angela kept packing some kitchen stuff in the boxes. Frankie took a look at his ma and walked upon her. His arms engulfed Angela's neck. Angela smiled.

"Ma, Tommy will come here before dinner. So, we will use his van to load some boxes. What will we do with those boxes?"

"I think it will be in storage."

"Ok, where will you stay by then, Ma?"

"I will stay with Janie. I asked her before you got here. She is aware of this situation. Don't get mad at your father."

"I am mad at him. Because he left you, that's what marriage is. I don't think so. Pops deserve this big shit, Ma."

"Frankie, watch your mouth." Angela swatted on his shoulder. The short-haired man exhaled in the air. They continued to clean some places and loaded the boxes with things. Frankie gathered some bags that should donate to the Goodwill and packed them in his car. Angela checked some boxes that should be in the storage, and other boxes would be with her when she would stay with her oldest daughter.

A few hours later, Tommy arrived with his son at Angela's place. Frankie sat outside on the front porch. Angela was inside, checking if something was missing. It stunned Tommy that he saw everything outside. TJ ran inside to see his grandmother. Frankie waved his hand.

"Wow, it is a lot of boxes."

"Yeah, help me out." Frankie indicted the boxes that he informed that some boxes would go to the storage. Tommy followed him. Angela held TJ in her arms while walking outside to see her sons. The men loaded the boxes in the back of the van.

"How is she?" Tommy whispered before placing a box in the back. The short-haired man shrugged.

"Hi Tommy, thank you for coming," Angela shouted with a smile. Her baby son was smiling at her. TJ laughed at his father when Tommy lifted the heavy box in his arms.

"Hi Ma, why wasn't Pops telling you?" It made Frankie shove Tommy off and glaring at him. Tommy shut up immediately and continued loading in the van. Angela was feeling exhausted to tell it. It ended up quickly with two men to pack everything in the van. Frankie tickled TJ before buckling him in his car. Angela joined Tommy in the van after locking the house.

They took silence to take a moment of look at the house before going to the storage. Angela gave Tommy some directions. It was not far from the Boston Police Department, where Jane worked. Frankie followed them until they reached the place. Angela checked in the storage and made Frankie pay it in half. She spent it before the foreclosure happened.

Across from the storage place, Jane and Frost took some thoughts about Korsak's questioning on the two holes mark. They knew that something went chaos. The African-American detective took his time to research on the timeline that Jane requested. Korsak searched for some answers too. Jane felt that she knew that something was missing from Riley's questionings and picked up Frost's file from the interrogation room.

"Can you bring a video up from your questioning to my computer?" Frost nodded before tipping on the keyboard and found his data to transfer it.

"Done. What made you think, Jane?"

"Riley didn't tell us. Let me review before I get to you back in a moment."

Jane took her time to watch Riley's facial expressions and listened to her statements. Korsak was perplexed at Jane's doing and questioned Frost.

"Do you have anything on Nicholas Reed's next kin?"

Frost looked at him for a moment and back to his computer. It searched for a few minutes until he found the kin of the victim's family. The mention of the family and addresses were there.

"Yes, his family are living outside of Boston. It is the west side of the city. I have the addresses. Let me check if they are living in there."

"Do it. I will be back, Frost." Korsak nodded before leaving the bullpen for gathering the paperwork on the victim's file from the printer. Frost rang on his landline to call the victim's family members. Jane suspected that Riley didn't tell the truth about the witnessing of the thud on the wall.

"Got it, Frost! Riley didn't tell the truth about witnessing the scene where a man threw Nick's body onto the wall. She flinched a few seconds about it."

Korsak came upon her and took a look at the video. Jane pointed on Riley's look. The silver-haired man patted her back and nodded toward the interrogation room. Frost waved his hand for them to go on with their questioning while he was staying with the landline. The detectives nodded at the African-American detective and left to see Riley in the room with more questions.