#missingbody

"Rizzoli," Jane mumbled as she answered the phone. She was being called to work too early, way too early. "I'll be there."

She went over the details in her head as she took a speedy shower. A head, they had found a head, but no body. That would be interesting to solve. Over eight years in the force and she still wondered what went through people's minds when they did something like this. She could figure out their motives, the methods they had used to kill, to cover up... but understanding why someone would ever snap like this, it baffled her.

She walked out of the shower in a towel and noticed Jo Friday scratching the front door. "Ugh, Jo," she complained. "You need to go now? Hold on."

She grabbed a white top from her laundry basket, smelled it and confirmed that this was indeed the laundry basket with clean clothes. She finished dressing up, put a leash on Jo and took her out. She had to wait for the finicky pooch to find a good spot. "Hurry up, it makes no difference." 

Once Jo had finally finished her job, Jane took her back upstairs and left for hers, not without stopping for coffee first.