"Amelia, what do you know about Mike Johnson?" Sandra asked the girl sitting opposite her in the interview room.

"Not much, really. I mean, he's looked after me practically all my life, apart from when I was with families who thought they wanted to adopt me." Replied Amelia as she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Can you think of anyone who would want to kill him?" Gerry questioned

Amelia shook her head "Well, kids said they hated him a lot, but that's just what happens between care workers and kids, right?"

Sandra nodded "Someone told us that he could have assaulted girls – girls around your age actually, is there anything you can tell us?"

"Oh God." Whispered Amelia "Yes. Yes, there is."

"Look, do you want me to leave and you just talk to D.S Pullman?" Gerry asked kindly

"No, it's fine, you can stay."

"Amelia, can you tell us what you know?" Sandra asked gently

Amelia took a deep breath, then bit her lip "He... he raped me, once, the week before he was murdered."

"Was it just completely random, or had he shown any signs in the days leading up to the attack?" Sandra queried

"He'd been looking at me... well, strangely, but I've had men look at me like that before, so it didn't really concern me, I suppose."

"Okay, so what happened when he did attack you, if you can tell us?" Asked Sandra quietly

"I was in his office... I shouldn't have been in there, I suppose, but I wasn't hurting anyone. I was looking for my birth certificate, see. I have to be 16 legally to see it, but I can't wait another two years. I need to know who my mother is." Amelia looked up at Sandra with her big blue eyes "I doubt you'll know what it feels like – my mother, she put me into care when I was born, she left me a locket, it had a note in, she said she wanted to give me a better chance. She was young, she couldn't look after me on her own."

Sandra seemed to gasp slightly "Interview suspended at 12:43." She said, looking at her watch "Amelia, I'm just going to have a word with my colleague, I'll be back in a minute." She stood up and left the interview room, followed by Gerry.

"Shit." Sandra said as soon as they got outside.

"What?" Gerry asked her, confused

"Can you find out who her mother is, please?"

"What, why?"

"Look, I don't know, but I have a suspicion that that is my daughter in there.

There was a stunned silence from Gerry.

"Wait, your daughter?"

"Yes, Gerry, my daughter. I had her when I was 20 and put her in care so she might have a chance, rather than grow up with me as a mother."

"Sandra, you'd be a wonderful mother." Gerry told her truthfully

"I was young and working shifts. Her dad had buggered off as soon as he found out I was pregnant. I couldn't very well take her to work with me, could I?"

"Look, how do you know she's your daughter?"

"I left my daughter a locket aswell, a silver heart. There was a note in that. It can't be coincidence."

Gerry nodded "Right, I'll check for you. Don't worry, it'll be okay." He turned to walk towards the office, but Sandra called after him.

"Gerry, what if she is my daughter?"

"Then we'll sort it out. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Gerry. Thank you."

"Right, Amelia, this isn't part of the interview, in fact it has nothing to do with the case, but can you show me your locket?" Sandra asked

"Yeah, hang on." Amelia unclasped a silver chain from her neck and handed it to Sandra, with the locket.

"Oh God." Sandra whispered as she opened it.

"What?" Amelia asked

Sandra bit her lip and looked at the ceiling, playing with the locket "Nothing. Nothing. Right, back to the interview?"

Just as she was about to press the "record" button, Gerry knocked on the door.

"Sandra, I think you need to see this."