When last we left our intrepid homicide detective Jane Rizzoli and adept medical examiner Dr. Maura Isles things were – oh, let’s not beat about the bush – things were bad. Like deep doo-doo, there is no card from Hallmark that can fix this, I am sleeping on the couch until the next millennium bad. Or, as Jane succinctly puts it, “I just shot my best friend’s father.” I’d replace “best friend” with “lady lover whose lady bits I love to love,” but you know – semantics.
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