Boyd was hurtling down the motorway, a sick looking Grace in the front seat. "Boyd! Do you have to speed?"

"Yes."

"And why might that be exactly?"

"Because. And anyway who on this God-damned planet ever takes any notice of the speed limits anyway?"

"Me."

"Well you're the only one, Grace. Anyway we're only doing 90, maybe even a bit less."

"You know the need to go faster than anyone else is often associated with the need to prove yourself. A sort of I-am-the-best idea."

"Grace now is not the time for you to start psycho-analysing me. It's time to… Bldy Hell!"

"Boyd!"

A car had just swerved in front of them and Boyd was smacking the horn and yelling obscenities at the driver.

"Calm down, Boyd."

"But just look at that… that… moron!"

"I know, I know. But it doesn't mean that you have to start getting angry. What ever happened to those wonderful anger management courses? We were starting to see a new you."

"Grace I really don't want to talk about this… even with you."

"Even with you. What's that meant to mean?"

"Just that I'd rather talk about… stuff… with you, as opposed to that snotty anger managing woman, or anybody else for that matter."

Grace said nothing to this. There was a silence, not an uncomfortable one, just Boyd and Grace deep in their own thoughts, deep in themselves but each glad of the other's company.

"I'm DI Jordan, this is DS Goodman. You are Ms Mary Dominic, yes?"

"Who wants to know?"

"DI Jordan and DS…" Stella was getting annoyed but Spence cut across her.

"We work for the police, Ms Dominic. And we'd like to come in, if that's alright?" It may have been a question but Spence's tone made it sound more like an order.

"Come on then." Mary Dominic grudgingly held open the door and slammed it behind them.

Boyd had been looking for a car parking space for fifteen minutes. He was going spare. "You'd think that what with them owning that huge building they'd have enough parking spaces for the army, but no!"

Grace was ignoring him. Her mind had turned back to the case.

"You know, for someone to go as far as to carve wings into the backs of dead girls, they'd have to have a reason. It reminds me of the time we had that case where the bodies had 'sorry' carved into their backs, remember?"

Boyd grunted and then bashed the horn once again as some blonde girl stole the free space just three cars ahead. Grace flinched but continued.

"The killer did that out of guilt, out of a sense of wrongdoing. This killer must have some kind of reason for the wings. It's not something that a normal killer would do. It would take time and care, as though he was giving them a go send off. Hmmm… sending them off…"

"Hah! Got it before you, mate!" Boyd was grinning at the Mercedes-Benz he'd just beaten to a space.

"Right then Grace! Let's go! I feel the need to shout at someone!"

And with that remark DSI Boyd and Dr Grace Foley left the car and started towards the massive building in front of them. Halo Modelling Agency: 'If you make it here, you've made it to heaven'.

"Ms Dominic, you were a friend of the late Alice Parks, is that correct?"

"I was her colleague, yes."

"But were you her friend?"

"I worked with her. We got along. Surely you are friends with your colleagues DS Goodman?"

"We're not here to talk about DS Goodman, Ms Dominic. We're here to talk about you and Alice Parks."

"There is nothing I can say that I haven't already said. I liked the girl, I'm sorry she's dead but you can't pin this on me. I have a rock solid alibi."

"Yes but…" Spence got no further.

"A rock solid alibi DI Jordan. An alibi that is solid as a rock. I don't have any more to say except leave now please."

"Ms Dominic we do have some other questions…"

"Which I do not want to answer, now get out of my house!" She was getting rather hysterical.

Spence and Stella got up and left as quickly as possible. It wasn't until they were back in the car that either of them spoke.

"Interesting lady."

"Interesting and slightly out of it I'd say."

Spence smiled briefly then looked stern once again, "I'd say she was hiding something. She might not have killed the girls but she knows something, or she's covering up for someone else."

"She did seem very eager to tell us about her alibi. But then she doesn't seem very stable. Maybe she's just a little crazy?"

"Maybe. But we'll find out eventually."

Spence turned back into the office car park and he and Stella went back into the building.

There was a red Ford parked five or so cars away from Boyd's 4x4 Lexus. There were two men in the front seats and a woman in the back. All three of them were staring intently at the two figures walking towards the Halo buildings. The driver broke the silence, "There they go. Just a little longer…"

Boyd and Grace reached the front doors. Grace had started to pen the doors when Boyd swore.

"What's wrong now?"

"The car. I didn't lock it, hold on two seconds." And he dashed back down the steps and straight to his car. Grace watched him then turned back to face the doors. And that's when the bomb exploded.