Maura studied the samples under her microscope. It was a case that had recently been closed but it was a slow week for murders in Boston and she was bored. The autopsy room was immaculate, even more so than usual. She had scrubbed everything twice over and then started again.

In the silent room, her phone rang loudly, startling her from her studies.

“Hey.” She said, welcoming the call from Jane. She paused, listening to the detective. She was in full work mode and Maura smiled. She loved how in control Jane was, her authoritative tone that got things done.

“Ok, I’ll expect the body soon then.” Maura replied. It was clear Jane was in no mood for chit chat so she ended the call and returned her phone to the desk.

Jane surveyed the scene before her. A typical suburban street in a nice neighbourhood, driveways dotted with SUVs and sensible family vehicles. It seemed like a good place to raise a family. Still she stood here, crime scene tape boarding off the scene immediately before her and a large blood stain pooled on the kerb to the left of the driveway.

Cameras flashed around her as everyone moved in a synchronised ballet of evidence collection. Frost emerged from the crowd and smiled.

“So?” Jane looked at him expectantly.

“88 year old male, heard a sound outside and got up to check. Someone was stealing the car and he tried to stop them, they ran him over. Wife and grandson found him.”

“Spoken to the wife?”

Frost shook his head, “I thought you’d wanna do that.”

Jane nodded and headed towards the house with Frost matching her pace.

“Mrs DeLuca?” Jane asked as an elderly woman opened the door slowly. She was frail and slow, her body seeming to move without input from the woman herself. She was in shock.

The woman looked up slowly, taking in details of the people standing on her porch. She would never remember these people that much she knew. It was about all she knew.