to be sold on the streets."Langton walked to the door and rapped hard with his knuckles; a female officer was waiting outside. "We're through. Take her back to her cell. She's going to have to get used to sleeping in one.""As long as he is free, I don't care where I am," Honour said defiantly.Langton turned back and pointed. "You think he's out of reach? Think again, Honour. I will get him—then watch the two-faced bastard turn into a sniffling wreck." He stalked out.Anna sat for a moment longer and then she stood up too. Honour gave her a sad look, and then looked down at the damp tissue in her hands. "You don't choose who you love; it's fate. I married Damien because he reminded me of Alex, only to find out just how close he was—his brother. That's fate, isn't it?""I'm sure it is. Is it also fate that your own sister became his mistress? Or was that just to keep it in the family?" She could see the hurt flash across Honour's face. Anna leaned across the table. "If you care anything for Damien, then for God's sake, tell me if you know where Fitzpatrick is.""You know something? I think I would, if I did know, because Damien is a really wonderful person and doesn't deserve this, but I truthfully don't. Alex wouldn't have told me anyway; you see, he lives on secrets. It's what makes him always so unobtainable. I was foolish enough to be satisfied with scraps, until this time; we were going to be together.""But it wasn't going to be you, Honour. Julia was driving to meet him with the children. She was going to meet up with him on the boat.""That's not true! That is not the truth!"Anna turned and walked out toward the waiting prison officer. She left Honour sobbing, but she didn't feel any compassion for her; quite the reverse.Langton was standing by the patrol car, smoking; he turned as she approached. "You get anything from her?""Nope. I don't think she does know.""She made out that Damien was in the clear," he said, stubbing out his cigarette on the ground."Yes, well, I told you that."Langton gave instructions to drive back to the station; again he constantly used his phone to answer and send messages. "Still no sighting, and we've no way of tracing where all that cash came from, as Rushton's dead along with Julia. If it came from her we'll never know," he muttered.Anna remained silent, going over the entire interview with Honour, then she leaned forward and tapped Langton's shoulder. "Where are the children?""Safe house, still with the same au pair and a family liaison officer, plus security. In fact, we're going to have to sort them out, as it's costing the budget. Why do you ask?""Wherever Fitzpatrick is going, I doubt if he'll ever make it back here to the UK.""So?""Well, he sorts out money for his mother, tells Honour it's for his kids and for her to get a decent lawyer; he takes a big risk going to the prison ...""He thrives on risks! Look at the way he came into the station. I think he's kind of crazy ...""Yes, maybe, but it also shows the other side of the monster we rate him as. Do you think it's possible he might try to see his children?"Langton began texting to the station for them to check out the safe house. By the time they were back in the incident room, Phil had already contacted the safe house. There had been no phone calls; the children were well cared for; the Chinese au pair was still in residence. The family liaison officer was still there and a second uniformed officer had been posted; the only contact they had had was a query from the au pair about her wages.Langton suddenly flagged, tired out, and suggested that Anna take off home as well. In the meantime, the night-duty staff would be on call if there was any sighting of Fitzpatrick. They were instructed to contact Langton if they received any news.Anna had poured herself a very tepid, stale cup of coffee, and was sitting on the edge of a desk talking to Phil, when the place lit up.In a flurry of calls, they had three separate sightings of a man fitting the description of Alexander Fitzpatrick. A man had been seen at Pad-dington Station heading for the Heathrow Express. The train moved out four minutes later. A man had also been seen boarding the Eurostar train at St. Pancras. A third man was being held by Gatwick security guards; he admitted that he was Alexander Fitzpatrick.The latter they were able to dismiss quickly, as he was only five foot four. The second proved to also be a mistake, but they had not, as yet, got any further details on the Heathrow Express sighting. However, the airport security guards were waiting.Phil was red-eyed from tiredness. Anna offered to stay on, but he said he would keep going and suggested that she go home, so at least one of them would be fresh for the next day.As she walked through the station, Anna hesitated, passing the stairs that led down to the cells; she told herself to keep on walking out but something made her turn back and head down.There were four old-fashioned holding cells, only two of which were occupied; one by a very drunk and morose teenager, the other by Damien Nolan.The night-duty officer looked surprised to see her; he was sitting at his post, reading the evening paper."Everything okay?" Anna asked."Yeah, well, the drunk kid is a pain in the arse, cleaning up after him puking; he's made the place stink.""And Mr. Nolan?""He was reading—I let him have a book from the ones we get left lying around. Seems a very nice bloke.""Has he eaten?""Yes, sausage and chips and a cup of tea."Anna looked at the closed cell door and then asked for it to be opened.Damien was lying on the bunk bed reading, even though there was only a dim ceiling light on. He put the book aside and smiled. "I would never have believed it—Barbara Cartland!"Anna laughed, although she felt very uncomfortable, even more so when he stood up and put his hand out to shake hers. She told him tosit down. "I went to see Honour this evening, to take the holdall with her clothes and wash bag.""Thank you. Is she all right?""Yes, she's fine.""Do you think you could get me some writing paper and a pen? I'd like to get a letter to her.""Sorry—but your solicitor will be here first thing."He sat farther back on the bunk bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was wearing the same clothes she had last seen him in."Did she know where Alex had run off to?""No.""Well, I hope you find him. It's about time he paid for all the trouble he has caused.""Bit more than trouble," she said, hovering at the door, wanting to go but wanting to say more."Thank you for coming to see me. I take it, I hope correctly, that you believe me about the money and passport.""Yes, I believe you.""Good."She changed the subject. "Do you think your brother cares for the children?""I don't know," he said, shaking his head, bemused."Maybe he never really cared for anyone," she said quietly."He did, but circumstances were always hard for him. I know he loved Honour, as much as he could love anyone.""What about Julia?""Same applies—but neither woman could ever be more important than number one."Anna wondered if she should tell him that Fitzpatrick had visited Honour, but she decided against it. "Good night.""I meant what I said to you at the farmhouse," Damien told her. "When this is all over, I'd really like to see you. Would you mind if I called you?"She flushed and turned away from him. "Good night," she repeated, and left.Anna felt uneasy as she walked to her car. She knew she should not have visited Damien, but she found him a very attractive man. It wasn't like her friendship with Pete, or even Langton; in fact, Langton had already become part of her past. This was something else: an unexplained emotion that she was not able to deal with, but it still sat inside her. She wanted to know him better, but realized it was not only unethical, but also unprofessional.She drove home and, without any hitches with her garage door, without any food in her fridge, without really wanting to be at home alone, went to bed. It was just after four in the morning when she was woken by her phone ringing.She was disorientated for a moment, as she had been so deeply asleep. It was Langton: they had a firm sighting of Alexander Fitzpatrick, following through on the Heathrow Express sighting. The security forces at the airport had been put on alert, monitoring everyone alighting from the trains. When he was not recognized, they were about to call it off, but had then spotted a man fitting his description caught on CCTV cameras, heading from the short-stay car park into the airport at Terminal 3. They had alerted all terminals to check for anyone using the name Damien Nolan; as yet, he had not been traced, but could have already got a ticket via an online booking, so they were upping the security checks made at the various gates.By the time Anna joined Langton at Heathrow, three hours had passed. He was depressed and annoyed that they still did not have him. Anna asked to see the CCTV footage; although it was not in good condition, and very fuzzy, she agreed that the man seen heading from the car park among a group of backpackers was Fitzpatrick. Two of the backpackers had been tracked down and, when shown the photograph, said that the man could have been him—but were not 100 percent sure.It was frustrating, and not helped by Langton's irritation. "He's in the fucking airport!" he kept on muttering.Anna, along with two security guards, sat in the office, surveying the screens covering all the terminals, the baggage claim, and the entry gates to the flights. There were so many passengers milling around, andthey still had no verification as to which flight he could be taking. All they could do was wait as the checks continued."He's bloody hard to miss, at six feet four. It doesn't make sense; if he was coming here to get on a flight, he has to have a ticket or they won't let him through the barrier."Anna accepted some coffee, still watching the CCTV footage, and then she exclaimed, "There he is—camera four! He's by the escalator. It's him!"Langton leaned forward as the security guards used radio contact to warn the officers on the floor."He's heading down the escalator," she said, standing up."Where does it go?" snapped Langton."Out to the tube station, and level one; he could also take the lift down to the car park.""Let's go!"By the time they reached the escalator, there were uniformed officers and airport security everywhere; they had already checked the floor below, but had no luck. They were now spreading out back inside the car park at levels one and two; they were even heading back up the escalator, in case he had turned around.Langton was getting into a real temper. Fitzpatrick could, he said, have bought a ticket online at any one of the booths. Anna disagreed: he would have to have a credit card in the name of the passport holder, Damien Nolan—-he would not be allowed on the plane with different names on his passport and ticket."Of course he could! If I wanted to buy a ticket for you, I could pay on my credit card or in cash and give your name as the passenger.""Then the computers will give us the details. If he's on any flight leaving, they'll pick him up."But they had no verification of any passenger using a passport in the name of Damien Nolan. By the time they had hurried from one end of the airport to the other, used the escalators, and even checked out the short-stay car park, the pair of them were not only exhausted, but beginning to think they had lost him. Anna had even listed the entire catalog of aliases known to have been used by Fitzpatrick, but they had not come up on any computer.They eventually made their way back to the security section, and stood in the darkened room, glancing from one screen to another."You're sure it was him?" Langton said quietly."Well, I can't be one hundred percent sure. It looked like him—the right height; draped coat ...""Christ, you're now saying you're not sure?""Yes! All I said was I