Rizzles Story

Chapter 21

At BPD

Jill is walking with Luke.

Luke: Come on, Jill. It's just a key.

Jill: It's moving in. Whole can of worms. Can't we just be in love and happy and have lots of sex?

Luke: We can do that, too.

Jill: Didn't we decide you weren't gonna come by my office?

Luke: You know what? I just signed the lease, Landlord gave me two sets of keys, and I'm off for a 24-hour shift at the hospital, so I broke the rules.

Jill: Giving my boss further ammunition for hating me, should she decide to drop in.

Luke: Oh, she'd hate it if she were to see us, you know, like this.

Jill: Definitely not like this.

Luke: Yeah, definitely.

They're kissing when Jane walks in.

Jane: Hey, Maura's got-whoops.

Luke: Oh, hey, Jane. I am going to leave this right here. Okay? No pressure. But come on, move in with me. See ya.

Down in the Morgue

Jane: Guess who's moving in with a boy?

Jill: Considering moving in. We're-God.

Maura: Well, given your usual terrible taste in men, this is good news. I actually don't hate luke.

Jane: What do you know?

Maura: Time of death- no mystery there. Cause-if the fall hadn't gotten her, the gunshots would've. Three of 'em, all to the torso.

Jane: What about D.N.A.

Maura: Not looking promising.

Jane: I just came from her apartment.
It screams lonely workaholic.

Jill: Speaking of, did you call Tom back?

Maura: I'll give you workaholic.
Lonely? Don't think so.

Jane: Yeah. Inappropriate.

Jill: Yikes. Well, not your mama's bikini wax. Maintenance like that, she was definitely sleeping with somebody.

Jane: Well, there was no man stuff at her apartment. No extra toothbrush, only one towel on the rack.

Maura: So whoever she was seeing, it must've been new.

Jane: Or secret.

At the Boston Herald

Boss: Men? No. No men, no friends, just work. I have no idea what she was working on, I didn't have any idea until she was ready to publish. But I guarantee you, it was incendiary and honest.

He tries to get into Teresas' desk.

Boss: See? That's how much Theresa trusted me. Now I gotta call a damn locksmith.

Jane sits down and starts picking the lock.

Cindy: Don't you need a warrant for that? Cindy Thomas, metro desk. There's nothing in there, anyway.

Jane: And you know that how?

Cindy: Common knowledge. Theresa never left anything in the office. Plus, I picked it already. It's empty.

Jane: You were a friend?

Cindy: Yeah. No. No, a colleague, I-I-I guess. Well, admirer, mostly. Theresa was sort of a mentor from afar. We didn't really talk, actually. She did say nice work to me once. Do you know who did this to her?

Jane: Do you know her personal life?

Cindy: She had one? Oh, okay. Uh, boss. I-I gotta go.

Jane: I'm gonna have some people come over and go through Theresa's computer.

Boss: They won't find anything. It's all in her notebooks.

Jane: Do you know where they are?

Boss: No, but listen, if by some miracle you find them, I see them first. Technically, they're the property of the Register.

Jane: Technically, they're evidence in a murder investigation. Thank you.

She leaves.