"Mickey, my office now please".
A dark cloud seemed to fall over his eyes, just what he needed- another sunny morning at Sunhill and already a bad tempered Meadows was on his back.

"Well" he demanded, "Have you got anything for me on the Sinclair case? Times running out you, not just for me but you too, don't forget we're both in on this?

Mickey's gaze settled on a stack of papers on his superior's desk, 'McAllister' jumped right out at him. Jack obviously saw his expression, immediately thinking carefully he dutifully replied, "yeah Guv, sure thing... Snout says he was seen outside some house on The Bronton Estate exchanging a package with some bloke. Wouldn't tell me who it was though, said it would cause more harm then good, that's all he'd give me, cost me a arm and a leg as it was"

What's going on he thought, here he was in the Guv's office, and being told 'we're both in on this'. Since when? He wasn't the one who stormed into a high judges office, searched the place and then nearly assaulted one of their chief suspects. No, as much as he admired, respected and looked up to Jack they were in this deep, too deep maybe. And that file, looked official to him, McAllister, surely he wasn't missing something? Laughing silently to himself, he quietly took note how similar the paper looked to a birth or death certificate form. Yeah and who was he kidding, probably just another plea off Debbie to go on another Fast track course, anything to bump herself a bit further up the career ladder.

Coming back to his senses he heard Jack dolling orders out.

"Right Mickey in that case I want you on Sinclair's back 24/7 ok? We need to find out what's he's REALLY up to and who his associates are, especially this mystery man. You rarely let me down, so get to it, and if DI Nixon asks tell her to come straight to me"

Shed been thinking about it for a while now, there was no avoiding it. Tell the truth or not. Normally she acted on impulse, if it hurt someone then it hurt someone, but this was different, this wasn't about her. Thinking back to that 'Easter office party' how she had been so lonely and well, how his marriage had practically collapsed. He was easy prey and what was she? -A manipulative cow. He knew it, she knew it, yet it had still happened and whilst it lasted it was good. Nothing special off course, well not compared to the Super (not that he was special either) but he was up for it, then of course the alcohol played "no" part in the evenings sordid events.

And then look how far she'd come, playing two men who hated each other off against each other and they hadn't even realised. Her lover, her power-dominating fling was dead, effectively killed by that very man whom had been so good to her. So good to her on the Detective Inspectors desk, she always knew why she joined the police, the wonders of handcuffs.

"Bitch Debbie", she said to herself, this is your kid you're talking about; the question has to be asked she thought unconsciously. Who goes on the papers? Do I lie, go by what everyone assumes, "For gods sakes" she muttered for all anybody knows Chandlers the dad.

The situation had spiralled out of control, a kid, a father and a dead lover, whom everyone assumed to be the Super, nobody stopped to consider for a minute the name on the certificate should be Jack Meadows.