The new team was finally coming together. No one had by any means forgotten Mel and the dreadful circumstances in which they had lost her, but everyone could get on with their lives now, work lives of course because part of the job terms states that members of the Cold Case Squad cannot have a personal life. Not very easily anyway.

They were getting over the loss of Frankie too. She had gone to continue research, the loss of her friend too much for her. It made some minimal kind of sense though. Mel and Frankie were best friends, mostly because time for meeting others was scarce, and one without the other was like a lion tamer with no lion: lost. So it was probably better for the team that they had both gone and however painful the memories can be, if you're digging up the past everyday as a job, it's better to live yourself in the present.

Detective Superintendent Boyd sat behind his desk digging through some case files. They had been on his desk that morning and all the signs pointed to the fact that when Felix got in she would have a lovely new dead playmate in the lab. He shuddered, although he would never admit it to any of the team, particularly Felix… no wait, to any of the team Boyd hated having to watch Felix cut up the corpses. He hid it well but just the thought that there was someone who was now dead lying in a room close to him made him want to… He stopped that line of thought and replaced what he thought was probably a disgusted expression with one of cheer: Grace had just walked in. She smiled back and it occurred to Boyd that despite everything the team had been through together she was the only one who really understood him. His thoughts were interrupted by a question, "New case files?" Grace was standing over him looking at a photo of the mutilated body of a dead girl.

"What? Oh yeah. Becky Sotherton, found murdered 1977, links to a body found this morning, unidentified but apparently it has been there for sometime."

"I remember the Becky Sotherton case. No one was ever convicted. Pretty girl had strange cuts on her back. Very interesting case, is Felix out there?"

"Yeah, she'll be here anytime soon with the body."

"Won't that be lovely?" A small smile played across Grace's face: she, unknown to Boyd, had guessed about his fear of bodies. He may have fooled the others but she was a psychological profiler, there was nothing she couldn't work out if she worked on it for long enough.

"Yes… Yes it will." Boyd didn't sound very convinced. Luckily he was saved from further analysis by the arrival of Spence and Stella.

"Morning." Spence hung up his coat and Stella instinctively walked off to battle with the coffee machine. Boyd smiled as he watched her go, if she wasn't here he wouldn't be able to have any coffee because could he get the damn thing to work? No.

Felix had arrived. The whole team had been called to the lab and Boyd was hiding his fear, like he did every time, with a white lab coat and some shouting. "What took you so long?"

"I did have to do some stuff actually," Felix retorted sarcastically, "I can't just fling a corpse over my shoulder and stuff in it the van. Photos have to be taken, some examining at the scene etc. Surely you know that?"

Boyd frowned. He was beaten. "Well get on with it then!"

Felix smiled. One – nil! "Female, around 18 years old, died 25-30 years ago, she was found buried in tightly sealed bag which explains the lack of decomposition. Found buried by Smith and Son construction workers when expanding the site for Frite Software Companies, but we can rule out that it was someone at Frite because the company was only founded five years ago."

"Do we know anything about who the girl was?" Spence offered.

"Not yet. The police are running her through the missing persons database."

The team all got up to leave. "Wait a minute, there is something else." Boyd sighed and turned back again. "The body is marked on the back, marks that look very much like wings."

"The markings on Becky Sotherton's back! What they were was speculated upon but many said that they looked remarkably like wings! So that's the link to the Sotherton case." Grace looked thoughtful.

"That and the fact that they were murdered around the same time." Spence added.

"The girl found this morning is one Alice Parks." Boyd triumphantly took up the pen and wrote the name next to the picture of the body on the evidence board. Next to this he pinned up a photo of a pretty girl, she had a pale face framed with dark curls and a nice smile.

"What do we know about her?" Stella asked.

Grace was flipping through the missing persons file that had arrived with picture. "She was 19 and the last time anyone saw her was her work colleague Mary Dominic on 5th August 1977."

"Did anyone question Mary at the time?"

"Yes but she had a rock solid alibi. Alice dropped Mary off at Mary's sister's wedding. At least one hundred people were there and lots of people who were interviewed said that they'd had Mary had been within their sight most of the time. In fact there's someone who can tell you where she was every minute they're just different people."

"OK… so Mary's a no go. But we could talk to her again: find out more about Alice. Spence can you find her? And when you do take Stella and chat with her."

"On it." Boyd liked Spence. If Spence was in a good mood then there were no questions asked, just orders followed.

"Where did they work, Grace?"

"Halo modelling agency."

"What they were the models or they were part of the team?"

"Models. God Boyd, Becky Sotherton worked for Halo!"

"OK… so everything is linking together all we have to do is…"

"Follow the chain." Boyd sighed, they were finishing each others sentences – when was that ever a good sign?

Spence and Stella were driving along what had to be one of the dingiest back alleys in London. There were cigarette butts and it was almost paved in chewing gum. There was some very colourful graffiti depicting some even more colourful swear words. There were dogs barking, a car alarm blaring and the sounds of breaking glass. "Isn't London lovely?" Stella wrinkled up her nose at the smell of alcohol that lingered over the alley.

"Charming." Spence wasn't impressed either. Given the choice he'd run back to the car and drive as far away from the alleyway as possible. But Boyd had sent them on a mission and he didn't want to let the team down.

"Here we are! Number 5, Fairview."

Spence looked shocked, "Fairview! Whoever decided on Fairview should be shot!"

"I'm sure it was very nice at one stage…" Stella as usual was trying to see the best in the situation, "Alright, maybe not." But failed.

"Let's go then." Spence walked up to faded, peeling front door and knocked.

"Hello?"