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Chapter 13

Robert caught Guy's gaze. "I have. The woman in the picture? It's Marion!"

"What?" Guy asked his brows knotted together, "the Marion that was helping Jo out with her clothing issues."

Robert nodded, "yeah, and the one I've was seeing on and off for a little while since Jo's birthday."

Guy took himself back to the night in Vasey's pent house. "Wait a minute, Vasey mentioned about a mole. You don't think ...?"

"What that she ...? No."

"She's callous enough, never wanted me to have anything good. I caught her with my brother hence the eight year separation. There is a possibility."

"But why would she do that? I'm sure she wouldn't have been aware that you were working for Vasey. Although I suppose we should check it out, if she was aware and she still harboured a grudge against you then it is plausible." Robert got up from his desk and went to the door; he opened it and popped his head through. "Jim? Where's John?" DC Jim Much shrugged his shoulders, "can you go find him and get him to come into my office as soon as. Allan, can you spare me five minutes?"

Allan nodded and walked into Hood's office. He shook hands with Guy, "nice to see you again." Guy nodded and repeated the gesture as soon as John arrived. "What's up boss?" Allan queried.

Robert leaned back in his chair. "Allan, John, when either of you were casing the casino or the club did you see this woman?" He picked up the photo and handed it to John who passed it over to Allan when he had had a good look. Both men shook their heads.

"That looks like Marion." Allan replied.

"It is, well it isn't but it is." Robert said cryptically.

"Sorry?" John asked.

Guy cleared his throat and stood in front of the two officers. "That woman is my wife; her name before I married her was Emily Saunders. She moved to London a few years ago co-habiting, I believe, with a man called Phillip Rowland, she changed her name. Robert informs me that that woman is Marion, Jo's friend. I need to find her so that I can start proceedings against her. But there may be a connection with Vasey here too.

"When Vasey confronted Jo and me together he mentioned something about 'a spy in the camp'. At first I thought it might be you Allan ..."

"I can understand that," Allan beamed. He held up his hands in mock defence. "It wasn't, I hasten to add."

"I know," Guy continued, "Vasey said as much, but there has to be someone and she certainly has motive. She was a conniving bitch when I knew her and I'm sure that time hasn't made her any better now. She did many things whilst I was with her, the final straw though was when I came home from work and found her in bed with my brother. I threw her out then."

"Here's what I want happening," Robert began, "John, can you go through all those names that Guy has given you and any others that may help to track her down. Allan, review the DVD footage of the club especially those from around the night he abducted Jo, get Jim and Will to help you, check them all for our alleged treacherous raven haired beauty. We need to find out if the mole is her or not. As soon as you get something both of you let me know, otherwise we'll reconvene at half four. Would you like to help Guy?" Guy nodded, "then I suggest you help with John's research, ok?"

"Yes, Guv," they responded in unison. They walked from the room but Guy stopped at the threshold, his hand resting on the door handle. He turned back to Robert, "thanks."

"My pleasure." He said to the closing door.

.oOo.

Jo was restless, it had only been a couple of days and already she was itching to do something that didn't involve either work or sitting at home watching another episode of some comedy show or depressing soap opera. But she needed something to do, somewhere to go, anything to keep her from thinking about the events of the last couple of days. Or rather the night of her abduction and the loneliness she had cornered herself into afterward.

Allan had been sweet, popping in to see her on his way home from work just to make sure that she was ok. Obviously he had no inclination of anything that Vasey, or anyone else, had done to her and she was never going to impart that information to him either. There was only one person that would ever know that secret and now she was estranged from him too. Of her making granted but she couldn't help but think of what they could be doing right now in bed, in the shower, on the living room floor. Tears welled, she had to get out of there but where could she go?

Her telephone began to ring so she answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Saffy. Just called to see how you were?"

"I'm fine, bored but fine."

"Good."

"What do you mean good?"

"Well I thought that maybe you, me, Marion, a couple of bottles of wine, a takeaway, popcorn, chocolate and a few chick flicks could make a night of it."

"Sounds good, I'll ring Marion seeing as I haven't spoken to her in ... ooh ..." she looked at her watch, "... about four hours."

"What are you pair like?"

"Terrible. Are you in work?"

"Yes, why?"

"Just wondered what kind of mood Robert was in."

"He's surprisingly cheerful. I'd say if you want some more time off work then you'd best get over here quick and ask for it."

Jo laughed. "Yeah, can you just let him know then that I'll be in to see him within the hour?"

"Of course, I'll see you in a bit."

And that's how she found herself walking into the offices three days after Robert had suspended her. She wandered around the building as if she was on auto pilot, hardly noticing any of her colleagues as they greeted her and narrowly missing the tea trolley as she pushed open the door into CID.

A hush descended over the room but all she could do was find him, like a homing pigeon coming home to roost. Those blue orbs of his lovingly watching her intently only to be cut from view as she bowed her head and sought the safety of Hood's office. She knocked and walked in without waiting.

"Well come in," he said sarcastically as soon as she'd closed the door behind her.

"What's he doing here?" Jo asked, her pale cheeks flushed but her brows knitted.

"He's giving John his statement, that's all." He rose from his chair and went to her, his arm around her shoulders as he walked her over to the chair in front of his desk. "To what do I owe this pleasure, I thought I told you, you were suspended."

"I'm not here to work; in fact I'm not even sure I want to come back at the moment."

Robert was concerned by her comment, perhaps the events from the other night had had a seriously lasting effect on her, certainly more than any of them had at first realised anyway. "Do you need to see a counsellor?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm sorry Robert but I really felt like I was let down the other night, not only by Guy but everyone. I'm bored at home and I'm not sure I want to come back at all. I think I just need a holiday, perhaps I should go and see my aunt in Devon for a few weeks."

"If you feel that's what you need, we have demanded a lot of you recently and it would be better that you recovered totally before you came back."

"Robert, I'm not ill. Far from it. I just need some time to re-evaluate things, get my perspective back, and decide whether this life is really for me. Call it a mid life crisis if you will but I don't know what I want anymore."

"Does that include Guy?"

"Should it?"

"I know he's doing his very best to find his wife in order to get that divorce you so sorely want him to get."

"I can believe that. Men are always so black and white about their feelings. I think he believes that as soon as he has it I'll be his no questions asked."

"Actually, I don't think he does."

She sighed, her look disbelieving. "Really?"

"Really. We've been chatting, of course he wants all of this to be over so that you can get on with your lives but he realises he's made a lot of mistakes as far as you are concerned and he hopes that you'll give him the opportunity to win you back."

Her face brightened at the prospect, "that would be good." She said barely audible. "Perhaps there is some hope for the future. I realise that his divorce is going to take some time but I'm willing to wait."

"Would you like me to relay that to him?"

"Yes please."

"Ok. I understand that you're having a girl's night in with Saffy and Marion tonight."

"Yes, is there a message that you want me to give to Marion?"

"I don't think so, Jo. Nothing we had is worth saving." He said sadly for her benefit. "Not like you and Guy anyway."

"Thanks Guv."

"So how much longer do you want off?"

"Can I let you know?"

"Yes, of course. I'll wait to hear from you on that one then."

"Thanks. Right, I'd best be off. Got a girlie sleepover to cater for." She got up from her seat and leaned toward Robert placing a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for understanding." He smiled as she turned on her heel and walked out. Once back in the outer office she noticed Guy's gaze on her once more. She gave him one of her secret smiles, the ones that were only ever meant for him, before retracing her steps from earlier and walking out towards the stairs.

"John, give me a minute?" Guy asked, a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he got up from his chair and struggled to get out from behind the desk.

"Of course." John replied, still looking at the information he had been searching for, for the last few hours.

Guy literally ran from the room in order to get to her as quickly as he could. Weaving in and out of other officers he jumped down the stairs catching up with her at the bottom. "Jo," he said breathlessly.

She smiled up at him. "Guy?"

"How are you keeping?"

"I'm good, you?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I went to Leicester yesterday," he started fumbling at the edges of his jacket with his hands, "found out a few interesting facts about my wife. She's living in London somewhere so I'm going to track her down and then petition her. It won't be long before we can start over."

"I'm glad."

"I miss you." A hand went up to cup a delicate cheek, it hovered there for a little while before it dropped back down by his side, too afraid to actually touch her for fear that she would run away or disappear.

She looked down at her own wrestling hands, "I know," was all she could manage to say. "I should go."

"Yes." His beautiful smile had faded, "Jo, I ... I love ..."

She shook her head; she couldn't hear him say it, not yet. If she did she was liable to break down all of her defences and find the nearest hotel or stationery cupboard to have her wicked way with him. "I'm sorry," she whispered before virtually running out of the building.

He just stood there watching the door swing back on its hinges and close slowly. He really did have his work cut out. He ran back up the stairs and knocked and entered Robert's office. "What did she say, Robert?"

"How about waiting for me to invite you in first? I might have been on an important telephone call. Doesn't anyone have any manners?"

"Sorry."

"It's ok, Guy, it's just all a little bit tense, I think my ex and yours may have been working for Vasey right under our noses and my best officer isn't sure if this is the right career choice for her. I digress. Right, whatever we come up with on Marion we'll have to deal with as and when. However, Jo is a different matter. She wants to take some holiday, she says she needs to re-evaluate things, she feels let down by the force and doesn't know what she wants."

"Does that include me?" If it was possible to feel even more broken then Guy was feeling it at that moment.

"No, I don't get that impression, although she does feel that you have let her down because of the lies, she seems to know that that was necessary though in order for you to keep your cover. She realises that she has hope for the future and, more importantly, she's willing to wait for as long as it takes. However, I would suggest you don't put any pressure on her. When she sets her mind to something it has to be done her way, she can be very stubborn."

"Thanks Robert, I know what you mean, not that I've been party to too much of it yet."

"When you do you'll know about it, believe me."

"I best go help John again."

"Yes, let's see if we can find something on that wife of yours."

.oOo.

At 4.30 pm Robert called a group meeting; he strolled into the outer office of CID and took up a central position in order to address the troops. "So, what have we found out? Allan?"

"Nothing at the casino, Guv. We took it back to before we started there but nothing. Nothing at the club either, and nothing since. If she did meet with Vasey it wasn't at either of those places. Jim, however, managed to find something that was quite interesting. He went through telephone records for both Vasey Enterprises and his personal mobile phone. There is one number that crops up continuously so we checked it out. Registered to a Samantha Sheridan. When we checked further there was no one registered in that name at the address given, but the address matches one of the Madame houses he was running."

"I know a Samantha Sheridan," Guy began, "she's a friend of mine. I liaised with her about thirteen years ago when her boyfriend was killed in an accident. Emily ... I mean Marion, she was her friend. That's how we met."

Robert pulled his mobile phone from his pocket, "what's the number Will?" Will read it out.

"Damn, well I knew it might be a long shot." Robert cursed. "I have a different number for her. Obviously more astute than I gave her credit for."

"I'll try it," Guy said, picking up the phone and dialling the number. Robert got everyone to be quiet as the phone rang and was then picked up. Guy pressed the record button on the computer to capture a sound file of the answering person's voice.

"Hello?" Said the woman calmly, then more insistently. "Hello? Who is this?"

Guy put down the phone. "It's her; I'd know that voice anywhere." He pressed the play button so that everybody could hear. He saw both Robert and Saffy nod their heads in agreement.

"Ok, right John, Guy. Have you found anything out?"

"She moved down from Leicester five years ago," John started. "With that Phillip Rowland. We found some information that after a couple of years he managed to disgrace himself whilst entertaining some clients and lost his job. He went back to the Midlands with his tail between his legs and Marion Rowland stopped acting the part of his trophy wife.

"A Marion Sheridan then took on the lease of the apartment and paid for it from the money that she had managed to acquire through Rowland, that is speculative but Rowland was dismissed for gross misconduct. When we spoke to his previous employers they told us they had reason to believe he was taking bungs as well as embezzling clients' money, they even have reason to believe he was extorting it too but there is no evidence to suggest this. They never found out the true extent of his dealings as they only seem to think they managed to recoup half of the money he stole. Surprisingly Marion appears blameless."

"Have you spoken to this Rowland?" Robert asked.

Guy and John looked at one another before Guy picked up the thread. "I spoke to some of our colleagues at my old CID. Phillip Rowland committed suicide soon after he moved back to Leicester. His mum found him hanging from the old tree swing."

"This just keeps getting better." Robert said, his patience wearing thin. "Anything else?"

John recommenced. "Not much, but both Marion and Vasey appear on the guest list for a summer ball at Hampton Court two years ago. High profile charity do with lots of celebrities, you know the kind of thing with lots of money changing hands and over priced items in the auction."

"So they could quite easily have met, ok, do we have an address for her?"

"We have two."

"Get search warrants for them John. Saffy, what time are you girls getting together?"

Saffy shot Guy a concerned look before replying. "About seven, and knowing Marion she'll get there early."

"Do you think you can still go through with it?" Robert asked.

"Absolutely. Do I say anything to Jo?"

"Keep her out of it," Guy warned.

"I agree," Robert interjected, "the less she knows the better. Marion won't be able to pick up on any bad vibes if Jo is totally at ease with her. Alright Guy?"

Guy nodded, "but promise me Saffy, if anything does start to go awry then you'll let us know?"

"I promise. I won't let you down, either of you." Will squeezed her hand and she beamed back at him.

The phone rang, Robert pressed the speaker phone. "Hood. CID."

DCI Paul Taylor of vice began to talk, "Robert, its Paul Taylor. Thought you'd like to know we have found some information on that woman you were wondering about. Thanks for the photo ID, by the way."

"That's ok. What is the information?"

"She worked for Vasey, just about four and a half years ago. She worked in one of the high class establishments he had at the time. Top notch call girl, by all accounts. Her working name was Scorpio."

"Sounds about bloody right," Guy said.

Robert shot him a look, "Can you email the information across."

"Already have done, hope it helps."

"Thank you." He switched off the phone, "right then people let's get moving. John, better get a warrant for her arrest too."

.oOo.

Robert, Allan and Guy waited patiently as the concierge escorted and opened Marion's luxury apartment for them. Robert thanked the man and handed him £20 for his trouble before closing the door and setting to work. They took each room in turn, opening drawers, sifting through documents and searching for anything that would prove that she was in it up to her neck. It was sparsely decorated and minimalistic in its persona so it didn't take them long to wind their way through the flat.

"I can't believe how far she's climbed up the ladder," Guy began as he pulled cushions from the sofa and sorted through magazines on the coffee table.

"She obviously knew how to wrap a man around her little finger," Allan let slip. He momentarily stood looking between the now statuesque Guy and Robert before returning to what he had been doing. "Sorry!"

Guy angrily threw the cushions back on the sofa before threading his way into the kitchen area, opening and banging cupboard doors closed in order to relieve some of his aggression.

Robert's phone began to ring; he pulled it from his pocket and answered. "Hood. Ah, John. Anything there?"

"No, the place is clean, nothing here at all. But then it's not the most secure place in London and this is obviously where she bought her gentleman friends back to."

He laughed. "She never took me there." Abruptly stopping in his tracks he looked up to find Guy watching him quizzically. "Wait a minute, she always came to mine." He began to smile. "John, go to mine and get ICT to do a sweep of my hard drive, see if there's anything odd showing up and see if you can get them to patch into Jo's too, they may be able to get her IP address from any e-mails she's sent me."

"She knows nothing about computers," Guy said, remembering how he'd tried to get her to use one, she'd given up in frustration unable to understand what she had to do in order to make things work.

"Guy," Robert soothed, "you haven't seen her in eight years, who's to say what she does and doesn't know."

"Yeah, you're right. She was never technologically minded back then but I suppose it has been a while. And things change."

"Yes, they do, mate."

"Guys," Allan screamed.

"Where are you Allan?" Robert asked as both he and Guy dropped what they were doing and went in search of the other officer.

"In the bedroom."

They both scrambled through the door, he was nowhere to be seen. "Where exactly?" They both shouted.

"Through the wardrobe."

"Found Narnia have you, Allan?" Robert frowned as he began to walk through the piles of clothes Allan had obviously thrown to the floor.

"No, something much better than that."

The large mirrored door of the wardrobe had been slid open in front of him and he walked forward into the wardrobe. In the recess was a hidden panel, God knows how Allan had found it but he was glad that he had. He looked back to Guy who had followed his expression pained and anxious. Robert put his hand on Guy's arm, "whatever is in there, we can handle this. Right?" Guy merely nodded as they continued onward.

Behind the false wall was another room, a sanctuary, a place for Marion to come and organise her wretched life. The dark red walls seemed to close in on them and it was the first time that Guy had ever felt claustrophobic. He turned a circle in the centre of the room waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low level of the lighting before realising that the walls were covered with photographs and images, street maps and pieces of written word. "Jesus."

"You could say that," Allan returned examining part of one wall. "Hey, Robert. This bit here concerns the Halifax bank raid that was pulled eighteen months ago. And, more importantly, the fact that Vasey organised the shipment of weapons for the robbers to use."

"Yes, there's stuff here about the jewellery heist that happened last September. Information on where it was being moved from and where to." He got his phone from his pocket and dialled, "Hi, its DCI Hood ... yes, that's right ... I need forensic psychology here at the apartment in West India Quay, now!"

Guy suddenly became aware that he was moving toward an expanse of wall that was covered with photographs and florescent post it notes. He sensed himself being drawn like a moth to a flame to a particular point and once he was there he became fascinated by what he saw.

Robert put down his phone again, "John says that ICT have found an IP address that doesn't fit any on police records and guess who it's registered to." He awaited a response but got nothing apart Allan shrugging his shoulders. "Guy?"

"Sorry, what?"

Robert walked over to where Guy was stood quietly examining the evidence in front of him. "She's been uploading stuff from mine and Jo's computers to an IP address registered to a Samantha Sheridan. We're closing in. I can feel it." He exclaimed. He began looking at the pictures that Guy was seemingly attached to. "Oh my God."

"What?" Allan was at their sides in no time.

"Guy, do you know what you're looking at?" Robert asked, Guy nodded his head.

"What?" Allan almost shouted. "What are we looking at? Isn't that you ... and that's Jo?" He pointed his finger about wildly before Robert pulled his hand away.

Guy turned to look at the other two. "Allan, these photographs outline a story of a girl that lost her parents very young, that was moved from pillar to post by the authorities as they kept placing her in different foster homes where God only knows what happened to her, that was raped by her first boyfriend and then again by Vasey. This is Jo's story. The only things I don't understand are why Marion is so interested in her?" He turned back to the pictures, pointing at some of himself, "and how the hell do I fit into all of this?"
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