AN: Hi. Here is another chapter. Two left to go! By the way, it is not going to end yet. Again, I post every week (5 days of the week). I am playing catch-up with the chapters that I owe you. Don't worry; I will get on the right track. Send some comments! I appreciate it!.

The case is going spiral. The press is coming for a big story at the Boston Police Department. The brass is breathing on my neck as I am frustrated that the case is not going to end. Yet, I am a good damn lieutenant for my homicide team. Also, I believe in Jane Rizzoli's mind and Dr. Maura Isles' keen examination. I trust them with my heart.

Jane showed up in the room where Riley was waiting. Korsak was behind the window, of course. Only the detectives discussed in the hallway before inquiring several questions related to the witnessing on the scene. The brunette detective followed her guts that Riley settled up a lie. A little white lie. The silver-haired man understood but didn't complain about her suspicion on Riley Maxwell.

Most of the detectives in the Boston Police Department knew that Jane was always almost right in any case if anyone objected. Not to argue with the snobby people at Federal Bureau Investigation except Agent Gabriel Dean. Jane detested him when it came to Maura Isles' abandoned life being a biological child of the Irish mobster. Dean was the one who shot him in the abandoned warehouse, and it costed Jane's lifelong friendship with Maura. It spent a few months when her best friend and genius doctor of the dead finally forgave Jane for doing her duty as a police officer.

But, it was still punishment toward Jane, though. She suffered a few months without getting crazy over the case that Dean was getting involved. Of course, Jane went to the therapy as her Ma said so. The therapy was not her best thing to do in her life without her best friend to stand. That's why Jane was goddamn good at being a detective.

Riley looked up at the newcomer in the room. She was in awe of the well-known name. Jane smiled while sitting down and searched on the paperwork. The photo showed the dented wall, which Riley didn't see in the dark alley. The brunette detective put her index finger on the picture and looked up at the witness.

"Did you see this one from last night?"

"Um, no. I suddenly focused on my friend."

"It's how you didn't hear a thud on the wall, is it right?"

It convinced Riley not to speak. Korsak was surprised at Jane's method of questioning and chuckled. He knew that jane was right about it. The brunette detective tilted her head and gestured toward the photos. Riley slowly glanced down on the photos that spread on the table.

"Is that everything you saw from last night? You didn't hear a crash on the wall. You suddenly came in to see Nick dying on the ground. It was a little peek when you saw the man's eyes. Oh, it was glowing in a red? Is it legitimate?"

"Yes. Yes. I saw it!" Riley exclaimed with a sob. Jane slapped the file down and stood up behind the chair.

"Why did you tell the truth in a few hours ago, Riley?"

"I don't know if you believed in me while I set a truth."

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not. I follow my suspicion that you did it or not. I have a final question before I leave this room. You could stay here and wait until someone tells you to leave."

"What? I am innocent. I am not that murderer. Nick was my friend and roommate. Please believe me!" Riley implored with her tear-eyed face. Jane gathered the file with her before reaching the door.

"Did you use any tools to penetrate two holes on Nick's neck?"

"What? No. I didn't."

It confirmed Jane's suspicions that Riley didn't kill him. The witness's looks told her that she didn't know about the two holes penetrating on her friend's neck. Jane dismissed herself out of the room and met Korsak.

"Riley didn't do it. She was not noticing something on her friend's neck. Then what is it?"

Korsak nodded while they walked back to the bullpen. Frost discontented on the calls. Jane threw a file on his desk and swirled her finger on the numbers that were listed.

"Few phone numbers are disconnected. Others are spam calls. No one to call Nicholas' family. It seems that way the family didn't list Nicholas or something." Frost shrugged.

"Try the foster care. Perhaps, Nicholas was the foster kid since you tried some calls toward the family members. So, it was that way as the assuming point of being emancipated from the family?" Korsak metaphorically sent his two cents into a suggestion. Jane nodded.

Frost nodded while tipping the information about the emancipating registration through the justice court. It got him a number to call the court. The brunette detective assembled the photos on the glass board and wrote some words on the timeline.

"Hello, this is Boston Municipal Court, may I help you?"

"Hello. it is Detective Frost, and I'm searching for the records regarding Nicholas Reed."

"Please hold for a moment." It set Frost to wait and look at the glass board that Jane was working on the case. Lieutenant Cavanuagh came in the bullpen to observe on the timeline. Others held their breath when they saw him coming out of his office. Jane took a glimpse at her partner.

"Do you find anything yet? I have the brass up above me, pressuring me on this case and I am waiting."

"No. Riley was innocent but our witness. Frost is still contacting the records to release. Korsak, I don't know what he is doing right now."

"I am typing a report that we added the information from our questioning, Janie."

"All right. It's getting late. Jane, you are on night duty and Frost too. Korsak, get something to get dinner for your team. I am releasing you all to stay until it is assembled. Is it clear?" Lieutenant Cavanuagh nodded before going back to his office. The team nodded as it was. The brunette detective slumped when she sat down.

"Other one, a night duty. I hate my life."

"Me too. What do you want? I buy it, will Maura join us?" Korsak grabbed his jacket and wallet. Frost was still conversing with someone from the records department. Jane glanced over at her partner and mouthed, 'Pizza or Chinese?'. Frost mouthed 'Chinese' before nodding at the call. The brunette detective typed a text to her best friend in the morgue. Korsak left a few minutes after Jane told him to get Chinese.

"Maur, want to join us for Chinese? Korsak is going to get our dinner."

"Yes, I will. Get me a mushroom chicken with chow mein, please. Thank you."

Jane forwarded her texts to Korsak to get Maura's order, and Frost showed a paper to her for his order. She nodded while typing a text to her old partner.

Korsak finally learned how to use his phone. In his generation, he was always used to the old-fashioned cell phone until it broke in a piece when he bumped onto the killer a few months ago. It caused him to get pissed off. So, Korsak went to the store and got a new phone, the iPhone. It was a fancy phone that he didn't get used to it. Frankie taught him how to use the texts and everything else.

The silver-haired man got a lot of mistakes with his phone by the incident. He was embarrassed about it but, the good times, Frost and Jane teased him with the iPhone. Korsak knew that he didn't give up but missed his old Blackberry phone. He was on the way to the Chinese restaurant and ordered a few meals for his friends, including him. The order was made, and Korsak waited in his car.

What a crepuscular light.