Frost studied the image slowly. “I should go see the doc.” He said softly, feeling his gut twist with remorse. “You keep an eye on Jane.” He turned and walked from the office, leaving Korsak standing alone.

Jane marched into the lab, glancing automatically into autopsy and catching herself in the action. How often did she do that? Had she always done that? She knew that Maura wasn’t there and yet she couldn’t help but turn her head and look. She paused before the double doors, intending to go in.

“Detective Rizzoli.” The soft voice caused her to turn. “Detective Korsak asked me to find you.” Jane studied the woman before her; she’d seen her around the precinct and believed she was a crime scene technician; Jane scanned her for identification, and was surprised to see none.

Under the detective’s harsh scrutiny, the younger woman spoke quickly. “He says there’s a car in evidence that you need to look at regarding his case.” She dropped her eyes slowly. “A blue prius.” Jane felt her anger bubble up again, flowing just under the surface. Why couldn’t he leave it alone?