“Korsak?” Frost called him back. “It’s your turn to do the mail.” He smiled sweetly before returning to the task at hand.

Korsak shook his head. He hated the mail but knew that he managed to avoid doing it for most of the year, so one go wouldn’t hurt him. He scooped the letters and parcels back to his own desk and started opening them. Nothing of interest so far until a simple blue envelope caught his attention. He felt a shiver run through his very soul. The handwriting was small and precise but almost illegible. ‘To Jane’ it read, ‘c/o Boston Homicide.’ He reached into his desk for some gloves before picking up the envelope. He knew there would be nothing of use on the envelope itself but he feared there would be something inside that would need delicate handling.

Using a letter opener, he sliced the top flap open and peered inside. It contained a folded sheet of paper which he pulled out carefully. Unfolding the sheet, a photograph fell into his lap. ‘Soon.’ The note read. He picked up the picture, careful to hold only the edges. It was an image of Jane at a crime scene.

“Frost!!” Korsak yelled, startling a fellow detective and causing him to drop his coffee. “Get in here!”

“What?!” He asked, rushing to Korsak’s desk.

“Is he out again?!” Korsak demanded, sliding the image and note across the desk so Frost could see.

Frost stared at the image and the note. He’d seen glimpses of the power Hoyt had over Jane and to think that he was out of prison was more than he could accept.

“I’ll find out.” He said, reaching for his cell and punching in the number of the prison.