Jane sat in the interview room, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table in front of her. She and Frost had just returned from picking up Louise’s boyfriend and Frost was currently doing the tried and tested ‘make them sweat’ routine, leaving the young man waiting while he ‘did some paperwork’, more commonly known as ‘fetch himself coffee and a snack’.

Beside her the door opened and Jane looked up, her face a mask of steely grit and determination. In her pocket, the letter from Maura burnt her side, its unread words calling her name. She was not in the mood to listen to some college boy lie to her.

“Hey Rizzoli.” Frost set a large cup of coffee on the table in front of her. “You ready?” she nodded, her fingers reaching into her blazer pocket and checking on the presence of that simple envelope. “Ok, I’ll go get him.”

Jane drank deeply and wrinkled her nose. “When was this made?” she asked, staring at the paper cup as if searching for an expiration date. “Damn.” She took another sip before setting it aside.

The door opened again, revealing Frost and a terrified looking boy of no more than 22. Jane assessed him quickly. Clean, short sleeved shirt, no obvious signs he’d been in any sort of physical altercation recently. His hair was short and seemingly clean. To all outward appearances, he looked like a good, clean cut boy, someone you could bring home to your mother.

“Adam Johnson.” Jane spoke with a practiced air of authority, gesturing for him to take a seat as Frost leant casually against the doorframe. The boy nodded, the terror dancing in his eyes told Jane everything she needed to know. This boy could barely kill time.

“Where were you last night?” Jane asked him, no subterfuge, no dancing around the subject.

“I was at work.” He stuttered softly, licking his lips rapidly. “At the bowling alley on East 3^rd.” His eyes flicked back and forth between the two detectives, remaining on Frost for longer.

“When did you last see Louise Steinman?” she asked, forcing his gaze back to her.

“I…” tears formed in his eyes as he considered the question. “Two days ago.” He said, forcing his eyes up to meet Jane’s. “I’ve had to work and she had classes. We’re on conflicting shifts.” He stopped, a sob blocking his throat. “I mean, we were.”

Jane watched him fiddle with the coffee stirrer on the table. “I was working until 2am last night, then I got a ticket on the way home.” He sighed sadly.  Jane looked over to Frost who nodded, dipping from the room before being replaced with the large form of Korsak.

“They have cctv.” He told her when the silence grew uncomfortable.

“You know we’ll check that.” Jane told him.

Adam only nodded, tears falling down his cheeks. “I loved her. I wouldn’t hurt her.” For the first time during the whole interview, he met Jane’s eyes and held her gaze.

“Would you be willing to give us a DNA sample?” Korsak asked suddenly, making the young man visibly jump in his seat.

“Yes, of course.”

Jane’s eyes flicked to the older man, catching the small shake of his head.

“Ok.” Jane said, getting to her feet and striding from the room.  “You’re free to go.” She slammed her hands down on the table, making both Adam and Korsak jump. “But don’t go too far, we may have more questions for you.”