Walking into the loft apartment where she once lived was somewhat strange for Carol. Michael hadn't changed anything, but it still felt as if she where invading. Opening the office door Carol headed to the built in shelves "Ok the files should be in here, it's just a matter of finding the right boxes. But they should have London written on them". It only took ten minutes for the pair to find the boxes. Refusing to let Carol lift them down, Tony reached up and took the cartons down from the top shelf, they where indeed very heavy. "So do you know what you're looking for in here?" he asked as they took the boxes out into the living room. "From what I remember the file should be one of the last into the box, it was one of the last cases I worked on before my transfer here" digging through the case files Tony made the realisation as to just how good Carol was at her job, noting that the majority of files had the giant 'case closed' stamped on the front in bright red ink. After a short time Carol pulled the file out of the box and handed it to Tony. As he opened it a bunch of photo's fell out, they where crime scene photo's for four other missing girls. From what Tony could see, the cases Carol had previously worked on where extremely similar to the current case of Tammy Jenkins.

"You know Carol this is uncanny the similarity between these girls and Tammy. Did you have a suspect for these girls?"

"One, Jimmy Taliagti 35 years of age, worked as a contractor, we where thinking more the leg breaking kind than the brick laying one. I never interviewed him but from what I heard he was one smug bastard. These cases hit a lot of cops pretty hard."

"Why didn't you interview him? It was your case" Tony saw the pain of the past flash briefly across Carol's face.

"My CO at the time didn't think it was a good idea. When Taliagti was brought in he did some serious damage to the two officers who had him in custody, and the boss didn't want to see what he would do to a woman" Remembering her time in London's Met was not easy for Carol. There were some things about her time there that she simply did not want to remember.

"Why was he let go then?" Tony continued to flick through the files before him.

" There was no hard evidence, what we had was all circumstantial, enough to bring him in but not enough for the courts to actually convict. I knew he did it though Tony, I knew it then, and I know it now; and to be honest it would not surprise me one bit if Jimmy Taliagti was responsible for the murder of Tammy Jenkins."

Carol closed the file she was reading and examined the room she was in. It had been a long time since she'd been in this apartment. "I guess we should pack up and take these back to your place so you can get to work."

Tony noticed the subtle change in Carol, if he didn't know her so well he would have missed it, but he knew that she missed her home. " We can stay here a while Carol, I'm sure you'd like to look around make sure all your luggage and furniture arrived safely. Perhaps we could order in some lunch and you could tell me more about Mr Taliagti."

Although the rest of her face remained unchanged, Tony saw the hint of a smile behind her eyes. "You sure we have time to stay? There's a lot to get done and Alex will want a profile, and…" with a finger over her lips Tony silenced her. "I'm sure Carol"

A young girl was walking home after a long day at school. Her blue backpack was weighed down with books that she needed for her algebra assignment; long blonde hair falling out of the plait that she had spent so much time doing that morning. It wasn't a long walk between her school and home, it normally only took her twenty minutes. Today was no different than any other, Lisa had classes from 8:30am to 3pm, and she then headed to the local swimming pool where she worked as a voluntary lifeguard, and back to school to pick up her books before heading home. Lisa knew that her mother was making a special dinner tonight for her father who was returning from a business trip to Paris. It was a big deal for Lisa's mother, when her dad went away as she had only just begun remission from a bout of breast cancer.

Checking her watch, Lisa saw that it was getting close to 6pm, and in order for her to be home in time she would have to either run or take the shortcut through the vacant lot running along the back of her neighbourhood. The lot was once a construction yard, but was now filled with empty carcasses of machinery, it looked like a graveyard for cars. Making her decision Lisa headed for the dirt track that lead through the lot, behind her the sun sank lower in the sky, making the already creepy construction yard appear even more menacing.

He saw the girl from his car as he drove towards JOE's bar, her blonde hair tied back in a messy plait. She was his type, a fascinating creature stirring the primal urges within in. Pulling over he decided to follow her, the urge to touch and smell her almost blinding him. Then it happened, the perfect opportunity to snatch the little angel as she crossed the vacant lot.

Lisa didn't know what happened, one minute she was walking across the yard, the next she was on her back, a man on top of her…

"stop fighting me you stupid little bitch!"

Lisa fought hard, attempting to dig her nails into the man arms, face, anywhere she could meet skin… "Please, please just let me go" tears began to fall from her eyes, she was losing her fight as the mans hand slowly closed around her thin throat.

"Finally you stupid bitch, you chicks are all the same, screaming and carrying on"

Picking up Lisa's now unconscious body he hurried back to his car, stuffing her into the back seat he sped off down the road; he wouldn't be needing that drink now.