Wordy and Jules were in the living room of Vinu Prasad's house. It seems like a lot had happened since James's conviction. Vinu got married and had a little boy. Her house was filled with Hindu gods and goddesses, and alters for praying. Her husband is western, which seemed quite surprising to Jules because everything about this house tells her that this woman is a strict Hindu. Vinu came out of the bedroom and apologised, "I'm sorry, it was time for Ashwin's afternoon nap and he is trouble if he doesn't get it."

Wordy smiled at her, "I understand, I have three girls and they were all terrors at Ashwin's age."

"Can I get you some tea?" Vinu's upbringing taught her manners when it came to house guests.

"It's fine, we're in a bit of a rush. We wanted to ask you about the night of Jessica Welsh's murder." Jules and Wordy both caught the fear in Vinu's eyes before she covered it up.

"What about it? That was a few years ago."

"Yes, but we really want to hear what you saw again."

Vinu sat down, she was acting calm but Wordy could see her hand shaking. "Well, it was about 11pm and my father asked me to watch the store that night. I was at the cashier, when I heard a scream. My father's always taught me that I should always help people in need." Vinu shrugged, "So I ran outside to see. That's when I saw that man holding a knife and stabbing someone on the ground."

Jules nodded and then smiled, trying to get Vinu to relax, "So how long have you and your husband been together."

Vinu smiled at that, "We met in high school. We've been together for nine years now, married for two of those years."

"Young love. You know not many guys dared to date me when I was in high school. My brothers and my father scared them all off." Wordy frowned, not sure where Jules was going with this.

Vinu laughed, "It was the same with me. Michael and I didn't dare to tell my father until I was out of college, then once we did we got married straight away."

Jules raised an eyebrow at that, "How did you keep your relationship from your father for so long?"

Vinu giggled, "We'd meet up whenever I worked at the store alone. Any chance we got, we took it." She sighed, "We spent so much time in that storeroom."

Jules nodded, no longer interested in Vinu's love life, "So the night you saw the murder, your husband was with you?"

"What?" Vinu looked up shocked at the sudden turn of the conversation.

"You said that you were in the store alone that night, that meant you and Michael had a chance to meet up. Are you telling me that was the one night you never met up?" Jules asked. Wordy was impressed, this is the reason why Jules usually got sent out to question family members. She could put together a picture in a way none of the others could, save the Boss.

"No…that's not…"

"So he was there?"

"Yes, but…"

"You both heard a scream and he let you go out there alone."

"No! We didn't…" Vinu stopped herself before she accidentally blurted out the truth, but it was too late.

"You didn't hear a scream, did you? You and Michael were in the storeroom. You didn't know what was happening until you saw all the commotion outside the store. Stop me any time I'm wrong, ma'am." Jules was getting angry now. "A man went to jail because of your testimony. You have a chance to make it right, right now. Tell us what really happened."

Vinu was crying now and Jules and Wordy knew that Henry was right, she did lie in court. "I didn't think there was any harm. That man did kill someone, right? I was just helping to put him away."

"Is that what you've been telling yourself?" Wordy asked, disappointed.

"I didn't see what happened. I walked outside the store when I saw the lights from the police cars. There were a couple of people standing outside my store talking. They said a lady was stabbed to death. It happened just a little way down the road from the store. I was worried that if I said I didn't see anything, my father would start getting suspicious, because I should've seen something if I was at the counter, so I lied."

Jules shook her head, "You lied because you were worried about your father finding out about you and Michael. Vinu, you helped put an innocent man in jail. James Thompson didn't do it." Vinu put a hand to her mouth, she was sobbing uncontrollably, "Now, his father has put my team mate's life on the line because of what you said that day in court. I'm going to give you a chance to save a life to compensate for the one you've taken. Uniformed police will be coming over here to take your statement, tell them the truth. Please." Wordy and Jules stood up to leave.

"What will happen to me?" Vinu asked softly.

Wordy turned to her, "I don't know. Perjury is a crime but we could put in a good word for you if you tell the whole truth when the police officer comes." They left the lady to think about what she did.

Jules got outside and turned on her comm. "Boss, we got a confession from Vinu Prasad, she didn't see a thing that day. She lied. We're heading back to the barn now."

"Good job, Jules. Wordy, why don't you drop Jules off at the garage where Vincent Cho works, Sam's there to speak to Cho, then head over to us. We're at the National Post to talk to Leonard Worth.

"Roger that, Boss." Wordy looked over at Jules. He could see that she was worried. "You know he'll be okay."

Jules looked at her watch, "Sam's fine at the moment but I'm not sure I can keep it together when he starts feeling the effects."

"Sam won't be feeling too good, so he's going to need you." Wordy smiled, "Come on, Jules. You're one of the strongest women I know. You're an SRU officer and you're on Team One. He needs you to stay strong."

Jules nodded, but remained silent.

Sam stayed in the truck while Spike and Lou went in the question Cho. He wasn't happy but Spike was right, there was no point in all three of them questioning the guy and he could hear the conversation from the truck while reviewing some on the information they got on the case. There was something they were missing, how is it possible that they've found all these holes in the prosecutor's case but the defence lawyer didn't. Sam took out his tablet and typed in the name of the defence lawyer, "Raymond Henderson." The page had just come up when he heard Spike yell over the comm., "Hey! Get back here!" Sam frowned, putting a hand to his ear, "Spike, report."

"The little rat ran out the back door when he saw us!"

Sam looked up in time to see Vincent Cho come out of the side alley. "I see him!" Sam jumped out of the truck and gave chase. "He's heading down Lexington." It didn't take much for Sam to gain ground on the guy, once Sam was close enough, he jumped and tackled the man to the ground. Sam got up, puffing, looking up when Lou and Spike appear from around the corner of the cross road. Sam grinned at them, "What took you so long?" He cuffed Cho and pulled him to his feet. "Why the hell did you run?" Sam asked as he pushed the guy back toward the truck.

Spike came up to him, "You know we let you get the guy, because we knew you were bored in the truck."

Sam laughed, "Yeah, sure, Spike." They were almost at the truck when Sam's vision moved out of focus. "Oh crap." Sam stopped, closing his eyes.

"Sam?" Lou put a hand on Sam's arm to steady him when he started swaying on his feet. "Sam."

Spike took hold of Cho while Sam got his bearings again. He looked down at his watch and started a timer for 3 hours. That was how much time Sam had before the poison became irreversible. Sam finally opened his eyes when the dizziness passed. "You okay, buddy?"

Sam swallowed back the nausea and nodded, "Yeah, Spike, I'm good for now." They all looked up when an identical truck to their pulled up behind it and Wordy and Jules jumped out.

"Perfect timing." Lou said, relieved.

Jules ran up to them, the concern was undeniable. She could see by the expressions on Spike and Lou's expression that something was wrong. "Sam, are you okay?" She asked as she came up to him, taking him by the arms. Lou let him go when he saw the Jules had him.

"I'm fine, Jules, just got a little dizzy."

"Henry said dizziness is the first sign." Jules said unnecessarily, "I'm getting you back to the hospital."

Sam shook his head, "Jules, there's nothing they can do. They're doing the test, if they find anything that'll help, they'll call, right now, I'm better use here with you guys than in a hospital bed."

"Sam's right, Jules." Wordy said, then spoke into his mike, "Boss, Sam's showing symptoms, I'm going to take him and Jules back to headquarters while Spike and Lou finish off with Cho."

"I've started a timer, so we know how much time we've got." Spike added, not happy about saying it, but knowing they needed the countdown.

"That's good, Spike. We'll head back once we've finished with Worth." Greg told them.

"Come on, Sam." Wordy took him by the arm and led him over to his truck.

"Wordy, I'm fine."

"Just a precaution. Don't want you falling on your face." Sam rolled his eyes, but let his friend lead him, knowing it was just something he needed to do. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. It was just a short spell." Sam explained as he got into the back of the truck. "You'll know when I start feeling bad. I promise I'll complain the way Spike does." That got a laugh from the other two.

"Hey, I heard that!" Sam looked out the window at Spike's annoyed expression.

"I'm sorry, dude, did I forget to turn off my mike?" Sam grinned as they passed their team mates.

"You're lucky you're sick, buddy, otherwise I'll kick your butt."

Sam laughed, "Rain check?"

"You got it, buddy." Sam smiled sadly at Spike's tone. It was soft and reflective.

Ed and Greg looked at each other, they knew what the other was thinking. There wasn't much time left. They were waiting for Worth to come back from a meeting. Apparently, he'll be back any minute now.

"Once we're done here, you go to Henry Thompson and tell him what we know, hopefully he'll tell you where the antidote is."

"Why not you? I can't guarantee I won't kill the guy." Ed warned.

"You won't." Greg said confidently, "And I have to head over to the Ministry of Attorney-General. I think we're gonna have enough to overturn this conviction."

"Boss?" Sam's voice came over the headset.

"Sam, buddy, how are you feeling?" Greg asked, a little too cheery.

"Like I'm going to strangle the next person who asks me that." Sam warned, annoyed and a little tired.

Ed smirked at Greg, who shook his head, "Okay, Sam, what's up?"

"I think we need to look into the defence lawyer. There are too many holes in this case, but he missed them all, so either James got the most useless lawyer in the city or…"

"Or someone paid him to do a bodge job." Greg finished, "That alone is enough for a mistrial. There's more to this case than we can see."

"What are you thinking?" Ed asked, he knew that look on Greg's face.

"I'm thinking the real killer paid the lawyer to turn a blind eye to all the holes in the case, which means there's someone out there who got away with murder and an innocent man dead. That's two lives this person has taken." Greg was calm but Ed could tell that he was boiling beneath the surface.

"Sir, we're no longer doing this for just me. We're police officers. Our job is to take killers off the streets."

"I hear you, Sam, but our first priority is your life and then we can make sure the real killer is behind bars."

"The Boss is right, Sam, getting this guy can wait another day or so, but you can't." Ed agreed.

Wordy looked in the rear view mirror while Jules turned around in her seat, "You know the boss is right. You're our priority."

Sam gave a lopsided smile, he was touched that his team cared so much about him and he feels the same about each and every one of them. "I know, I just don't like the fact that I'm being used to blackmail you guys."

"Hey, we're still doing a good thing here, he's not asking us to rob a bank, blackmail or not, we're doing good."

Sam nodded, Ed was right. "Okay, guys, Worth just walked, we'll meet you back at the barn."

"Yeah, see you soon, Boss, Ed."

Greg and Ed got up, "Mr Worth, Sergeant Greg Parker and this is Ed Lane of the Strategic Response Unit. We have questions to ask you."

Worth shook their hands, "What's SRU want with me?"

"Is there somewhere we could talk?" Greg asked.

"Of course, my office is just down the corridor." Worth turned to the receptionist, "Daisy, hold any calls for me." Then turned back to the two officers, "This way."

Greg and Ed sat down across from Worth. "So what can I do for the SRU?"

Ed got straight to the point, slapping the picture of James Thompson with the knife on the table in front of him. Worth grinned as he picked it up, "The picture that made my career. This picture was the key evidence in convicting a murderer and this paper got the story first up."

"Yeah, so I hear." Ed growled.

"We've read your witness statement, Mr Worth. You said you took this picture just as he was making his first stab."

"That's right," Worth tapped his head with his finger, "I remember it like it was yesterday, clear as day."

"I'm glad you said that because there are a lot of problems with your statement that we need to clarify."

Worth got nervous at that, sitting up straighter and straightening his tie, "What problems?"

"You see if this is his arm coming down on the victim for the first stab, there shouldn't be any blood and the blur in this photo should be above his arm and not below it." Greg explained to him slowly, then waited for an answer.

Worth swallowed, another sign of nervousness, "I…um…must've remembered wrong, it might've been the second or third stab."

"Clear as day, huh?" Ed got up and kicked his chair away. Sam didn't have time for them to be nice. "Tell us the truth. What happened that night because we all know that this picture is of Thompson taking the knife out of Welsh? What happened after that?"

"Um…yeah…yeah…I remember now, you're right, he pulled the knife out and then stabbed her again."

"Okay," Greg tried to calm the situation down a little. "Let's say we believe you, why didn't you take more pictures? Why just this one, when you saw him make multiple stabs?"

Worth shrugged, "This one picture's enough evidence."

Greg shook his head, "No, it isn't. A picture of the knife going into the victim would be enough evidence, this…" Greg pointed at the picture, "could mean anything."

"So what happened?" Ed asked in a deadly voice.

Worth was sweating now which meant he knew he was in trouble, "I don't have to talk to you guys." Greg knew right then that this man wasn't going to say anymore and letting Ed threaten him wasn't going to make him talk.

Greg leaned over, "Fine, this is what I think happened. You didn't see Thompson stab Welsh to death, you saw him kneeling over the body and instead of calling the police, you took a picture, but I'm guessing the flash might have scared off Thompson, so he ran and that's all you saw." Worth didn't say a thing, but Greg could tell that he was right. Greg got up, "I think the police will be paying you a visit soon. Let's go, Ed."

Ed leaned over the table, "Don't leave the country." He gave a mock smile and then left with Greg.

Greg rolled his eyes at Ed, "Don't leave the country? Really?"

Ed shrugged, "I've always wanted to say that."