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Chapter 11

His words still rang in her ears as Jo stifled a sob. 'May I take this opportunity to introduce you to DI Guy Gisborne, Vice squad.' All eyes were upon her apart from those that she most wanted to see, the stooping head and hunched shoulders confirming her query before she even asked him, "vice? ... You're vice?" She enquired disbelievingly. He merely nodded. "And you're name is Gisborne not Matthews?" Another nod. Anger flared within her, "is there anything else I should know?" Her hysteria making her voice audibly rise in tone as she spoke. "Everything I ever told you was the truth."

Now he looked at her, "you told me you were a student," he said calmly.

"But I didn't deny the truth when you questioned me about it, did I? You still let me believe you were working for ..." She looked over to Vasey, a sudden bitter taste in her mouth "him!" She shook her head, "You, the man I fell in love with and who I believed would never put me in danger, knowingly allowed me to do exactly that like a lamb to the slaughter."

Guy moved toward her attempting to make contact but she crossed her arms in front of her defiantly, not wanting the attention. "Jo," he implored, "I honestly thought you'd be ok. You had Allan there with you, I felt that he would've ..." He turned toward Vasey, "oh God."

"Interesting concept but no!" Vasey sneered, "although the satisfaction of knowing he'd been brought down by my men makes it so much the better. Allan, was it? He's not the spy in the camp. Now, entertaining as it is to watch you two lovebirds argue, I have guests that need their appetites satisfied. Jo, if you wouldn't mind?" He beckoned her over with his hand. She stood her ground hoping that something would happen to intervene. After all, if Guy was vice then surely they would know he was here. "You're only making it worse for yourself by delaying the inevitable."

She shot a look toward Guy as she stepped forward. Another step forward and Guy's hand arrested her arm. "I told you, Vasey. Touch her and I would kill you. I meant it."

"And what exactly have you the power to do, Gisborne, hmm? You see there is no one here that can help you; I don't think you'd fare very well on your own against my band of friends. It's very noble of you but surely Jo's honour isn't worth that much to you and I'm going to let you watch. Besides wasn't she spoiled goods before you got to her?"

Pent up anger and aggression ate away at Guy's normally calm persona, his eyes and nostrils flared at Vasey's harsh words. "You bastard!" He was about to fly at Vasey but two steadying arms around his waist pushed him back as he realised that Jo was now in front of him.

"You're pathetic. The pair of you. Get them and tie them up." It wasn't a great struggle, soon the couple had their hands tied and were being led from the room and down the corridor. They were led into another room that was bare; a column of supporting steel in the middle of the room was the only asset which they were tied to facing one another.

Vasey crouched down by the side of them, "I do hope that you're appreciative of being allowed to look at one another for the last few hours that you are together. Call me an old softie if you will." He cupped Jo's chin in his hand, bringing her face around to face him before kissing her, his tongue roughly pushing into her mouth. Bile rose in her stomach as he continued, the feeling only subsiding once he had let her go. "I suggest you warm up a bit, girlie. It will make the experience easier for you. Maybe Gisborne can do the honours?"

Guy spat in his face, the dribble dripping from his nose as he wiped his face with his handkerchief. As Vasey stood up he kicked Guy's back, a self satisfied grin appearing over his usually harsh face as he saw Guy flinch at the pain of a cracked rib that Vasey had administered upon him. He turned to go before stopping and turning back. He noticed Guy's head resting against Jo's shoulder, their hands doing their best to wrap around the arms of their partner, a tangle of legs around each other's waist. "Such a pretty picture, one for the album. Oh, by the way," he scoffed, "Jo, I think I should ask Gisborne about his wife, if I were you." Vasey watched her move away from Gisborne as much as she could, keeping necessary contact to a minimum. Guy shot him a look of complete abhorrence, "sorry Guy, thought you'd have told her about that, seems you've been keeping a few too many secrets." Vasey stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

Guy hung his head in shame, "Jo?" He managed.

The tears came freely at his merest mention of her name, "no." She whispered, shaking her head.

"Jo, please?"

"Did you not hear me? I said 'no'."

"We have to talk."

"No, we don't. Despite everything, I was prepared to love Guy Matthews unconditionally. I don't even know who you are; I just know that you're a lying, cheating bastard."

Her words stung him but he knew he deserved them. He had to get through to her and the only way he could was by telling her the truth. "Alright then just listen to me. I don't know how much time we have but I'll tell you everything.

"Everything I told you about my family is true, my dad died when I was young, my grandfather brought me up whilst my mum went out to work. I did study to be an architect and I did go out to New York, I came home when my grandfather died and I retrained then, soon rising through the ranks. My mother is ill; she has a rare cancer that no amount of drugs or money can fix." She gave him a wry look, "the money in that account Vasey was talking about will go to the state the same as the monetary value of his assets once he is arrested and charged.

"I met Emily just after I'd joined up, I was put on liaison and had to go and see a young woman who had just lost her boyfriend in an industrial accident. Emily was her friend, always at her side and we became close, too close really. At first I tried to hold off, keep away from her and not confuse the issue with my feelings for her but soon I was in her arms and her bed, absolutely besotted with her. I was still relatively young, twenty six, and I thought I was in love with her.

"Shortly after we'd started sleeping together she'd told me that she had fallen pregnant. I'd thought I'd been so careful, so couldn't understand it. She was adamant, I believed her, and after all I thought she loved me. I proposed, doing the honourable thing like my grandfather would've done and we were married a month later in the local registry office.

"I was excited, we had a new house together that I was paying for, I decorated it from top to bottom, and the nursery was my pride and joy. I couldn't wait to be a father; I showered her with gifts and filled the nursery with toys. I was so naive. I knew that a woman began to show at about three months but by the time the fourth came around there still seemed to be no bump. I questioned her like any normal person would've done, at first she'd said she'd got the dates wrong but I couldn't possibly comprehend that. A few days later she'd told me she'd lost the baby.

"I grieved, I was given time off work because I felt so damn miserable, I'd just got promotion as well but I couldn't be happy for myself, I just kept thinking about the death of my unborn child. Em had no inclination to get pregnant again, I thought that was due to depression but I soon realised that had nothing to do with it. I'd heard of couples getting closer to one another after an experience like that but we just seemed to drift further apart. At first she was distant, even when we slept together. Then she'd go out and not come back until it was late, sometimes she wouldn't even come home.

"Even after everything I still loved her; on her birthday I decided to try and make it up to her and managed to get off shift early. I bought her some flowers and got a takeaway and some wine. As I walked through the front door I heard her laughing upstairs, I remember smiling at the sound I hadn't heard it for so long. Then there was another lower voice and I realised she wasn't on her own. Taking the stairs two at a time I was soon on the landing and pushing back the door of our bedroom, she was straddled across a man's lap enjoying him being inside of her. I closed in on them wanting to know who the other man was. I couldn't believe what I saw ... it was ..."

Jo, who had been listening intently to his story, finally opened her eyes once she'd realised he'd stopped talking. A tear from each of his eyes had fallen down over his cheeks, adjusting her position she reached forward allowing her thumb to wipe away the moisture there. He looked up; she could tell that his heart was breaking over again at the memories that had been replaying in his mind. "Come here," she beckoned quietly allowing him to reposition himself before she hooked her arms over his head and around his neck. She smiled encouragingly, "who was it?"

"My brother." He answered another tear falling as he made his confession. "My brother was screwing my wife." Anger was tainting his voice. "Had been for about three and a half years apparently. They'd known each other before I'd met her and once I had become interested in her they'd hatched some scheme to bring me down."

"Why?"

"Because my brother is an arsehole. He's always used my successes in life as an excuse of his failings. He wasn't shown affection by my family when my dad died, like I was. He was never encouraged to go to university and get himself a degree, like I was, etc etc. He's three years older than me and has never taken responsibility for himself. He just wanted to see me brought down a peg or two. He certainly achieved that."

"What did you do?"

"Allowed them to get themselves decent before throwing them both out. She tried to get back with me but I wasn't having any of it. However, the whole situation with the baby kept niggling away at me. One night, after having a couple of drinks I went around to her friends flat. I had a chat with her and she seemed genuinely disgusted with what Em had done to me. Anyway, she told me that she hadn't seen her for a while but that she was now with some other bloke.

"It was easy to track her down once I'd been given that information and so I went and confronted her. There never had been any baby; she'd made the whole thing up in order to get me to marry her. I was gutted. I couldn't stay there, as soon as I was in work the next day I applied for all the transfers I could and finally landed a job in vice. I got rid of the house, said the goodbyes I had to and left without a backward glance. I haven't seen her for eight years."

"And you're still married to her?"

"I wish I could say I wasn't but I am. I never wanted to see her again, having to go through a messy divorce with her would have damn near sucked the life out of me plus I wasn't going to give her or my brother the satisfaction of getting anything more out of me."

"Did you think you might want to marry again?"

"I never wanted to marry again, Jo. Not until you, anyway. I never thought that I'd be able to love again and then when I met you ... well, when I met you I realised I'd never loved anyone before, not truly loved anyone. I know I'm not exactly the man you thought you'd fallen in love with but perhaps if we could start again, then maybe ...?"

They both turned their heads towards the door as they heard the key turn in the lock. She shook her head, "I can't."

"Jo, please. I've told you the truth, doesn't that count for anything?"

"Yes, of course. But you have to face your demons, on your own. Once you've done that then maybe we could ... " She said hopefully. She leant into him, knowing that any display of affection would have to be swift. Her lips found his, delicately pressing them together before her head whipped away at the sound of the door being opened. She only hoped that she could live through her forthcoming ordeal so that 'maybe' had the faintest opportunity to happen.

.oOo.

As the cars silently jostled for position and pulled up around the block of apartments that Vasey's pent house was within, Allan ran around the cordon trying to find his boss. Finally he found him and relayed the message that Guy had left about the service lifts. Another gentleman approached them, stretching out his hand toward Hood, "DCI Robert Hood I presume. DCI Paul Taylor."

Robert took the proffered hand and shook it, "good to meet you. This is DC Allan Dale and DS John Little. Dale has just informed me that Matthews has entered the building and used the service lifts and stairs to gain entry into Vasey's pent house."

"Robert, may I call you Robert?" He received a nod before carrying on. "I think that before we proceed there is something that you and your staff should know. Guy Matthews is in fact DI Guy Gisborne, undercover on a project that vice have been working on for several months. I'm aware that the woman he has become involved with is one of your officers."

"Yes, Paul, she is. One of my best, DI Jo Harper. It seems that when we decided to infiltrate Vasey Enterprises that we were not informed by the powers that be of your own involvement."

"To be honest, we never realised that Vasey would be scoped by your radar, so to speak Robert. We asked that it be kept quiet as we knew there was a mole and information was getting to Vasey but once your decision to act had been given the green light no one decided to let us know that you were on the brink of sending people in. For that I am sorry. Where is she, by the way? I would love to meet the woman that has softened my DI's hardened heart." He smiled.

Robert's eyes travelled the full height of the building. "She's up there, Paul. Dale has informed me that as soon as they finished their set at the club and were off stage Vasey had separated the group and taken Jo off in his car. I guess Gisborne couldn't wait for us to arrive, considering he disobeyed my direct order to stay put until I got here."

"I can only apologise. My group have a tendency to do that. I expect he just wanted to make sure she was safe."

"At the expense of his own life? Because I'm sure that Vasey wouldn't be likely to spare it if he was caught getting her to safety."

"He is an emotional man, and he loves her. He came to me on Monday wanting to give this job up so that he could get Jo out of any danger but I wouldn't let him. Couldn't let him, we had spent too much time and money on this already, we needed to get a result."

"Excuse me," Allan butted in, "but surely if we don't get a move on there will be a result that I'm sure none of us would really like to envisage, like the death of two of her majesty's finest?" John Little nodded in agreement.

"Yes, of course," Robert said to Allan a little concerned at his DC's comment. "What do you say then Paul? Twelve officers up through the front, six through the back, the rest covering all exits?"

"Sounds like a plan, Robert, I'll let the boys and girls know and give a shout to CO19, you never know we might need them." Paul walked off in the direction of his troops and soon they were organised and ready to go. He signalled their entrance into the building and soon they were travelling up in lifts and running up stairs to the pent house. Another signal was transmitted over their personal radios as they stormed the pent house searching for anything that moved.

At the rear entrance stood Allan, John, Jim, Saffy, Will and Robert. The slightly open doorway had been a relief to see after they had climbed up through the back of the building. As they now stood in the vestibule they searched it and discovered that there were two openings, instead of one as indicated by the large black arrow, and decided to split into two groups. When the signal was sounded three went through the first door into the living room, the other three went into the hallway. Other officers poured into the hallway from the other end silently making searches of all the rooms that lay along its length.

Allan spotted four men being led out of the apartment as the rest of the officers closed down the area they'd searched and signalled that the rest should go upstairs. He led the way deciding that he, Will and John should start at the far end and work backwards. The other officers' followed, small groups assembled outside of each door and once Hood had motioned with his arm for them to go in, the groups dispersed within the confines of each room.

Allan was disappointed to find nothing in their room and retraced his steps back out onto the landing. From where he stood he noticed a figure running towards them before taking a sharp left just ahead of Allan's group. Allan ran forward and turned the corner, the rest of his group following. Vasey stood at a door trying to unlock it. He succeeded and ran inside, leaving the door ajar in his desperation. Allan gingerly edged up to the door and swung around it, poised to jump should a bullet come his way. It was at times like these when he hoped his bulletproof vest would keep him safe and take the brunt of an attack.

Robert followed and ran into the room closely followed by John, before long they were all inside watching, waiting and ascertaining how they could recover the upper hand to their own favour. Vasey was stood before a huge window that ran from floor to ceiling, an arm around Jo's upper body, securing her in front of him, a knife to her throat. Tied around the steel pillar in front of them was Guy, his gaze never letting go of Jo's as she looked back at him.

"Vasey, put the knife down." Robert began calmly. He stood up and walked forward, his hands out in front of him. "Come on, you have nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. The best thing you can do for yourself is give up. Drop the knife and let Jo go."

Vasey took a few paces back, his mind reeling as he considered how he was going to get out of this one. "Don't come anywhere nearer Hood else I'll have no other option but to spill her blood," Jo let out a piercing scream as Vasey crushed her body closer to him. No longer able to contain the pain that he was inflicting upon her, she let her tears escape no longer afraid of showing him her fear.

"Just do it." She heard herself shouting, shifting her gaze momentarily as she noticed a low dark shape crawl noiselessly into the room. "You've taken everything from me; you might as well take my life too." Her eyes now firmly locked once more on Guy's.

Guy realised what she was doing, she was trying to get back some of the power by making Vasey believe he still had it. "And then you best cut my throat too, because if you take the one thing in this life that I cannot live without then I'll have no compunction but to kill you myself."

A low sound erupted from behind them all as a loudspeaker came to life from behind the door. "Drop your weapon; this is your last chance to do so." Taylor's voice resounded into the room.

Vasey started to laugh, "why? You'd best have a gun pointed to my head," he shouted back. The dull whoosh of a bullet escaping the barrel of the sniper's gun suddenly sounded and before Vasey realised what was happening the bullet pierced his skull, exiting through the other side and then through the window. His arms dropped, the knife falling to the floor and as he staggered backwards, Jo fell forward. All eyes turned towards Vasey as his body continued to move backwards towards the now shattering glass. Unable to stop himself from tumbling with his imminent death, Vasey's body fell though the glassless window and down to the street below. His body thudded into a crumpled heap onto the waiting pavement, a crimson pool expanding as his blood flowed freely.

Jo felt a presence behind her before Guy's arms encircled her and pulled her to her feet. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled into her neck, kissing the expanse of porcelain skin between her shoulder and her ear lobe. She turned in his arms, her eyes sad. "Are you ok?" He asked.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

"Good. Thank God it's over. We never have to go back to that club or casino."

"No," she pulled herself from his embrace. She noticed a tall gentleman watching her. "Is that your boss, Guy?"

Guy turned, "yes," he walked them over to the older man, a gentle hand on her shoulder, "this is DCI Paul Taylor."

"Hello, Jo. I've heard so much about you from my DI I feel like I know you already."

"Sir, all good I hope," she joked, before she was brought into a bear hug and lifted off the floor. "John, put me down."

"I'm sorry, just glad to see you're in one piece. Who's this then?" John asked.

"DI Guy Gisborne," she responded, "Guy, this is DS John Little and DCI Robert Hood." He shook their hands before Hood managed to get her on her own. "Alright Guv?"

"Now you're safe, yes. What were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking? Do you think I came here of my own accord, can't you see what that bastard has done to my eye because I wasn't going anywhere with him without a fight?"

Robert scraped her fringe back from out of her face and winced at the large bruise covering her eye. "I'm sorry. I was worried about my best officer." He smiled.

"I didn't think I was anymore, especially after the way you've been treating me recently."

"That's because I was letting myself get far too emotionally involved." He looked over to Guy who had been carefully watching them. "Get him to take you home and look after you; you need some time together without this mess hanging over you both. I'm suspending you for two weeks."

"Suspending me?" She was angered by his brush off.

"Jo, calm down. If I make you take holiday you won't take enough, at least this way I know I won't see you for at least two weeks. Now go."

She brightened, "thanks Guv."

"My pleasure," he walked out of the room leaving Guy and Jo alone.

She crossed over to him but kept her distance. "I've been given two weeks off on suspension." She said.

"Me too. Come on I'll take you home."

"No. I want to be on my own."

"But Jo, I thought ..."

"What that we could spend the next two weeks in bed, getting to know one another properly and falling in love again. I told you, I can't do that, not yet."

"Why?" He asked.

She placed her hands on his chest and stood on tip toes. She kissed his cheek. "We'll talk again when you're divorced." A non committal response but it was the best she could do. Tears were already threatening but she only let them fall as soon as she had walked from the room and was sure he wasn't following her.

In the dark recesses of the room Guy wondered what his next move should be, it looked like a trip to Leicester was inevitable and once he had found his wife and started divorce proceedings he only hoped that he could win Jo back.
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