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Entropy
Time stood still as Jane stared at the woman she considered her best and only real friend. Her mind flooded with images of the time they’d spent together, days catching the bad guys, nights in the Dirty Robber or at one of their homes eating Chinese food and sharing a bottle of wine. All the crazy things they’d got each other to do. Run marathons, drink beer from a can. Tears spilled from Jane’s eyes and she dropped her gaze.
“Why Maura?” she croaked into the gaping chasm that had opened between them.
Maura didn’t speak; instead she closed the gap between them and lifted Jane’s face slowly. Jane could see the tension in her jaw and she sniffed loudly, trying to pull her face from the other woman. From the corner of her eye, she could see Maura searching the area behind her, as if she was looking for something. Jane’s eyes flicked back to Maura’s, studying them closely before looking away again. She dropped her head and suppressed a smile as Maura raised the scalpel in her hand and sliced a small piece of hair from the nape of her neck, bringing forward a tissue and wrapping it, and the scalpel inside.
“You don’t want to do this Maura.” Jane choked on the words, allowing the emotion that flooded through her to the surface. She had to make this good. She trusted her gut, she always had. What she saw in Maura’s eyes had told her everything she needed to know.
She watched as Maura turned smartly and left the room.
Cavanaugh was purple with rage, his voice thundering around the entire floor and bring detectives from various departments into the hall to see what the commotion was.
Korsak and Frost were powerless to shield themselves from the onslaught. They’d had no choice but to explain the case as it was when Cavanaugh had caught them in the hallway.
“Find them!” he screamed “And if they’re dead, I’ll have both your badges!”
Frost and Korsak turned on their heels and ran to their car. They had no idea where to begin but time was short and they had to do something. So they sped to Robin Yoth’s home, hoping against hope that Hoyt would have left them a clue.
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