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SERIES: Falling Dreams Series

The Ghost In My Heart
By Demeter


There was blood smeared nearly all over the white wall, a morbid graffiti. She stepped closer to study the seemingly random pattern.

"That's truly the work of a depraved mind, isn't it?"

Jane spun around at the sound of a voice that was familiar and most unwanted. "Ms. O'Donnell. What are you doing here?"

The psychiatrist shrugged nonchalantly. "The victim's husband is a good friend of mine. A colleague."

I bet. Jane didn't say it out loud. "No, I mean, what are you doing here? This is a crime scene."

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched into an ironic smile. "I can see that, Detective Rizzoli."

"You have to leave."

"Oh, of course. I just wanted to see if they'd sent you... I hear you found your sister. After so many years, that's very touching."

"Well, thanks. I guess." Jane looked around for Maura and found her standing in the corner of the room, talking to a uniform, then she turned her attention back to the body, the woman who'd been found by her much older husband earlier tonight. She'd been stabbed to death. "Now, would you mind...?"

"I'll leave," O'Donnell said. "Aren't you curious about who told me?"

Yes, right. A woman's been stabbed eighteen times, it's a real good moment for a chat.

"I got it from an acquaintance we have in common."

Jane froze, but she didn't comment on the insinuation. If it was the woman's intention to get to her, she wouldn't let her know that she was succeeding.

"He was very excited about this story, you know. She's a Homicide inspector in San Francisco, living with a woman... and she's had an admirer of her own."

"This is all very interesting, but I'm working here. Don't you want to go console your friend?"

Maura came over to join them, a worried look on her face. Jane was glad for her presence; she might overcome the temptation to strangle Joyce O' Donnell after all. She might get rid of the chill that gripped her whenever she was reminded of Hoyt who'd never stopped fantasizing about her.

"Warren was very interested in the details about the dream house. Do you know what exactly happened there? He said the man who built it was an equal."

God help me, I'm going to slap her. Maura seemed to understand the sentiment without words, because she gave Jane a small sympathetic smile.

"If you have something to say, then say it."

O'Donnell smiled. "He said to tell you there's someone watching over her. Just like he's watching over you. That's almost poetic, isn't it?"

She turned and walked away, her heels clicking on hardwood floor.

"Don't," Maura said. Jane turned around to give her an irritated look. "Don't, what?"

"Whatever you were planning to do." More serious, she added, "Do you think there's something behind it?"

"With her, you never know." The brief flashback sent a shiver down her spine. Not O'Donnell was the wild card. Hoyt was, still.

"I'm going to call Lindsay," Jane said. "Just in case."

The End

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