With Jane In Her Office
Nina: Who else is a young woman gonna trust, right? Someone in a uniform.
Jane: These were phased out, but I got one as a souvenir from a cop when I was 12. I kept it.
Korsak: So did a lot of guys. We'd be looking at an old-timer, maybe retired, someone with a history of violence.
Nina: No, we didn't find anything in cold cases, and there were no murders with a similar M.O. in NCIC for the past 20 years.
Jane: I'll check on any cop who went to prison for assaults on women or any domestic violence.
Nina: Right. And maybe our killer's been released. He's back at it.
Jane: When I first became a police officer, you had to just about kill your wife to get charged with anything.
Korsak: How many guys we tell to take a walk around the block to cool off? Had to see them punch the old lady.
Nina: The old lady?
Korsak: Sorry. It was many years ago. I am sorry.
Jane: I had this little trick where I used to piss off the old man so he'd come at me. Gave me a chance to discipline him.
Nina: Hmm, you provoke the wife-beaters into picking on someone their own size.
Jane: Ah, well, sometimes they were bigger.
They walk out.
Nina: Wait a minute. He's dissociated from reality. He's constructed a world in which an act of extreme violence violently smashing women's heads in with a nightstick. Is followed by a tender expression of love.
Frost: Yeah, tenderly slapping on pancake makeup and making them wear ugly-ass clothes.
Korsak: He dresses his victims up in 20-year-old clothes. Maura, found 20-year-old blood. That feels rather significant. I just thought of something.
They walk to BRIC.
Korsak: We looked at all cops fired for domestic violence over the last 20 years nothing that fits.
Frost: Only found a few ex-cops doing time, and none of them were released within the last year.
Nina: Okay, I think our killer is re-enacting a murder he committed 20 years ago.
Jane walks in.
Jane: Put on WZJT.
Frost does. A video of Rondo pops up.
Rondo: Our young ladies are being stalked by a deranged killer. It is up to me and my homis to help the Boston police department.
They look at Jane and she looks away.
Woman: The police don't care-
Frost: Thank goodness the homies are on the case.
Korsak: Jane, why the hell is your informant the lead choirboy for your mother's homies?
Rondo: Hold on. That is not fair. The police do care. They just can't be everywhere. So Angela's guardians are gonna be there.
Jane: Well, it's gonna be Angela's ashes when I'm through. Look at this. My mom is blogging about our case.
Korsak: Uh-oh.
Jane: Double uh-oh.
Frost: Damn. 12,104 followers.
Jane: Yeah, you better hide.
Jane and Maura go downstairs to the cafe.
Jane: Hey, Ma. Chatting with one of your virtual friends?
Angela: Did you see my blog? I'm putting up a few more safety tips. I have 12 followers so far.
Jane: You have 12,000, Ma.
Angela: I do?
Maura: Uh, 12,313.
Jane: Okay. Time to say goodbye to your 12,000 little friends.
She walks upstairs. Then she walks into BRIC.
Jane: Shut my mother's blog down now.
Frost: You sure? I never built a blog that had this kind of traffic.
Jane: Do it or you'll be directing traffic.
Alright, everything is significant to a serial killer. He is not randomly targeting and randomly dropping his victims at those bus stops.
Korsak: Yeah, but we checked everything. If there was a body dropped at any of those bus stops in the last 20 years, we'd know about it.
Frost: Korsak, we checked for body drops near Egleston Square.
Korsak: Yeah.
Nina: But we didn't check incident reports.
Korsak: You got something?
Nina: Maybe. 20 years ago, a woman disappeared from a store near Egleston Square. Libby McMurphy was reported missing from her store, "Libby's doll house and tea room", on August 22,
Korsak: Libby McMurphy.
Video
Cop: Libby, I can forgive anything. Please come home for me for Jonathan. Whatever you've done-
Jane: That's a hell of a memory you got there, Korsak. Isn't that your friend, Artie, the transit cop?
Korsak: Yeah, Artie McMurphy. His wife was named Libby.
Jane: Well, son was 5 when she disappeared. He'd be 25 now. Frost, can you run the kid, Jonathan McMurphy?
Frost: Already running him. Uh, no criminal, no DMV. Oh, wait. Here's something. Tewksbury State Hospital.
Mental hospital. Poor kid.
Artie: Come home.
Frost: He's been there eight years.
Jane: Maybe what happened to our two victims also happened to his mother.
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