Korsak cleared his throat. “We’ll stay with her.” He said, ignoring the incredulous glare from Jane as he guided her to the bank of elevators and pressed the button. “She’ll be out before sunset!” he assured Cavanaugh as he shoved Jane into the small metal box, Frost hot on his heels.

“What the hell was that about?” Jane snapped as the doors closed.

“Jane, we need to talk.” Korsak told her, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re really not going to like it.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “When do I ever like Hoyt trying to kill me?”

“It’s not that.” Frost spoke up, giving Korsak a much needed break from Jane’s icy stare. “It’s just that….” His voice trailed off as he tried to work out how to tell her what little they’d found.

Raising an eyebrow at the young detective, Jane tapped her foot impatiently. The elevator pinged its arrival and they stepped into the silent office. Clearly business was good.

“Well?” Jane asked, striding into the office and sitting at her desk. Frost and Korsak looked back and forth between each other and her before Korsak finally spoke. “You won’t believe what we’re going to tell you but you need to listen.”