*As all ways I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I am just blessed to use the characters for awhile.

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Maura followed the sheriff's car as Jane became frustrated in the passenger's seat at the information she was receiving. Randy Miller was too common of name to run even though Stockbridge, Massachusetts was a small town. It seems that no one by that name lived there and it seemed there were just too many Randy Miller's in the state to even try and get a feel of anything before arriving at the sheriff's office.

"Damn..."

Maura glanced over at Jane, "Whats wrong?"

"Too many Millers..." was the only reply offered. Then Jane remembered Maura talking to and handing Mr. McDermott an envelope at the grave site just before her morning sprint after the pallbearer had started. "Hey... what did you give Mr. McDermott at the grave?"

"Karma..." she paused "... I hope."

Jane looked at the woman like she had two heads. "What?"

"I called the Carter's and asked if I could copy a few pages of Alley's journal for Mr. McDermott. I felt he need to read about what his daughter endured while he was on the road and she was in the care of that woman."

Jane started to smile, "You know that journal is evidence."

"I spoke to the District Attorney already and nothing in the journal can be used as proof. It is merely the words of a young girl, it can only be used as supporting evidence at best and that would be a stretch."

"Maur... the woman could run." Jane now started getting concerned that her favorite suspect in this investigation would bolt.

"No she won't."

"How do you know?"

"I don't for sure... but a certain detective has taught me that people get sloppy when pressure is placed on them," she said and winked at Jane. "And she is loving all the attention she is getting from Bethany's death. It's like a drug for an addict and she isn't going to AA anytime soon."

Jane's mouth dropped a bit, "Why Dr. Isles I believe I'm rubbing off on you. " she said as she opened the door for the woman to enter the sheriff's office.

"Quiet..." was replied as they both went in smiling.

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The sheriff got Jane a cup of coffee and Maura a cup of tea. "Your in luck Dr. Isles, my wife made me give up coffee a year ago and start drinking this Earl Grey stuff here. It took awhile to get use too after drinking the mud they make around here as coffee." He smiled as Jane had taken a big sip and made a face then put it down on the table.

"You give this stuff to the people you ingratiate there sheriff?" Jane said sticking her tongue out hoping the air would change the taste on it. "Because I think I would confess just so I didn't have to drink anymore." She said shaking her head as he laughed.

Maura handed the woman an Altoids box then reached up and took her tea from the sheriff. She took a brief sip and smiled. "Thank you, this is lovely."

Jane popped a mint into her mouth and handed the woman the box back. "Thank you this is lovely too." she said pointing to her jaw and being sarcastic. Maura just giggled at her friends antics.

"I didn't do anything," was heard down the hall as they brought Miller in and put him in the only interrogation room.

Jane and Maura walked down and entered the room on the other side of the two way mirror. The interrogation room looked more like a refurbished storage closet as small as it was, just room enough for a small table and two chairs across from each other. Jane surmised that they didn't have a whole lot of need for a bigger room since Stockbridge wasn't that big.

"Come on Jerry..." Miller pleaded with the officer who was unlocking his hand cuffs, "... you know I haven't done anything."

"All I know is I was told to bring you in when you sped off from the funeral. Now behave yourself in here or I will have to hand cuff you again." he said as he opened the door the leave and stand outside to wait orders.

"But Jerry..."

Jane looked at the young man and estimated his age to be around Bethany's. "Sheriff..." she started, "... what is the story on Randy Miller?" She asked looking at the man through the mirror. She wanted to know information as well as his impression of the man. She was interested in what the sheriff thought Randy was really capable of doing, because the murders had been so violent and rage felt.

"Well... honestly the young man hasn't really given us any problems to date. Jerry out there..." he pointed to the officer at the door, "... that's his first cousin. Randy in there... lives with their uncle since he started going to that Holy Ground Church that Bethany and Judy go too. Seems after the boy turned eighteen his daddy decided he didn't have to take all his religious ways anymore and threw him out of the house." The man started chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?" Jane asked.

"Well... his daddy runs the town bar and little man in there would come out from time to time after her graduated school, thought he was man enough to preach to his dad about sinning and hell. His daddy finally had all he wanted from young man's mouth and threw him out. His uncle took pity on him and gave him a room above his garage as long as he didn't start preaching to him."

Jane rolled her eyes thinking she would have to talk to another Judy. She was preparing herself to listen to a sermon once again. "Great..." was whispered under her breath.

"Funny thing though..." the sheriff continued as he rubbed his hand across his chin in thought, "... I haven't seen Randy in town for months until a few days ago. I figured his uncle got tired of his mouth too until you took out after him." He looked up at her, "I guess we need to find out what the young man has been doing with himself lately. That's why I had Jerry pick him up so you could speak with him and get all our questions answered at once."

Jane's eyes lit up, the sheriff had just given her a starting point on her interrogation with the added bonus of Judy McDermott being still in the picture. Where had young Randy been the past few months and could she possibly connect the two suspects with their tie to the church? With these questions loaded in her brain she started for the door armed with for bear with all this new information. She was like a race car with her engines ready at the starting line, with her hand on the door knob she stopped when she heard a phone ring.

"Dr. Isles..."

***Okay I have to stop for tonight... I know cliff hanger but I am trying to post something tonight.***