It wasn’t a request and Frankie knew better than to try and argue, instead, he clambered into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. Glancing down at his ringing cell phone, he saw Maura’s name on the screen. Flipping it open, he pressed the device to his ear, the doctor speaking almost immediately. “Yeah, I noticed that.”  He told her before smiling and hanging up the phone.

“Where are we going?” he asked as Jane threw the car into gear and sped away, flicking on both the lights and sirens as she cursed at the traffic. Her only response was a death glare.

As she skidded the car to a halt in front of her apartment building, Jane turned and fixed Frankie in his seat with the look she saved for the most dangerous of suspects; the look that proved she meant business.

“Did you know?”

“Know what Jane, what’s happened?”

“It’s someone in the department Frankie.” She said, searching his face for any signs he already knew. The surprise that flicked in his eyes told her everything.

“And since Korsak is spending all his time on those god damned kitten videos, I’m gonna work out who!” She swung open the door and reached for the gun on her hip. The cold metal calmed her and she unclipped the holster as she climbed the stairs and swung the door open.
The hallway was clear as Jane cautiously approached her door; she knew that Frankie would be behind her, covering her back. Unlocking the door, she wondered momentarily how it was that, during the break in, the lock and door hadn’t been damaged. ‘Someone must have had a key.’ She thought. There had been a preservation order placed on her neighbourhood over a decade ago that had banned any modern modifications, and that included fire escapes. There was one way in, and one way out.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door. Her life’s possessions were still scattered across the floor, everything she owned pulled out of place and left lying around like rubbish. She went through the apartment the way they taught her in training, slowly, methodically, not leaving any nook or crevice unchecked. When she was finally certain that the place was empty, she took a moment to look around.