Chandler woke up fairly early. He went through his morning rituals in as unobtrusive a way as possible. He noticed that Kent was already awake, dressed, and looking very tired. Chandler felt a little guilty, and if he was being honest with himself, it was more than a little. "Did you get any sleep at all?"

"Some." Kent looked up at him miserably with circles under his eyes, "Joe…Chandler, I am so sorry about last- about everything." Chandler straightened his tie in the mirror above his faux fireplace. He desperately wanted to distance himself from the tension of the night before.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, forget it. Would you like to have some breakfast?" Kent responded with a despondent,

"Sure."

"You know, I make a great eggy in the basket." Kent seemed suddenly hopeful,

"I haven't had that in ages." Chandler smiled self-consciously,

"Then I am sure you will enjoy the treat." Chandler took out some muti-grain bread and used a food styling ring to cut a hole in the middle. Then he put some butter in his pan and began frying the bread on both sides, with a bit of cinnamon. When it was almost done, he broke a couple of eggs and dropped them in the holes in the bread. Kent in a melancholy mood said,

"You know my mother often made that for me."

"Mine too. Your mother lives in Danesmoth, does she not?"

"Yes, I call her every Sunday. Joe, I know I'm prying, but you never really talk about yourself, or your family, you keep things so close to the chest. Has your life really been so painful?"

"Maybe it has, for me."

"You could tell me, I've always been here, Joe, waiting." Joe gestured his hands towards himself in a strained motion.

"Emerson, I am a particular sort of person, confiding in someone, even you, it isn't easy for me."

"I just want you to know that you could tell me anything."

"Believe it or not just you saying that-" Chandler and Kent's phone rang at the same time. Chandler breathed out, "Not another one."

After visiting the crime scene of yet another Chandler lookalike murder, they entered the incident room together with Miles. Miles thought the Guv was holding up great. If he'd just seen the body of someone, who looked and was dressed exactly like him, and who had just had their face completely ripped off, as well as their hands and teeth destroyed; he'd be in tatters. But not Chandler, he just rolled with the punches, and he always got back up. That was what he liked best about him. Chandler asked the team, "How are we on forensics?" Miles took the floor saying,

"Carol said that they have finally worked out the drug that was used on all the victims. It was some form of Chloral Hydrate, like a Mickey Finn. Funny, all these American connections, eh?" Chandler nodded,

"More than a little, Kent, follow it up. Any more luck on the CCTV?" Kent walked quietly to his computer. Mansell, while jotting down notes on his iPad, said,

"Not yet, but we are still looking into the footage from the new SOC."

"Keep at it, and Mansell, what is this all over your desk!?" Chandler had accidently touched Mansells desk and noticed that the desk was covered in salt. Chandler fastidiously wiped his hands on his trousers. Mansell looked up nervously,

"Er…Pretzles?" Chandler looked at him in disgust,

"Clean it up, Mansell."

"Right Guv." Chandler took a minute to compose himself as Mansell went hurriedly to fetch a cloth. Everyone looked away in embarrassment. Chandler then asked,

"Riley, any witnesses?" Riley looked around her computer screen,

"We are canvasing the area, the body was dumped by the waterfront so someone might have noticed something and not realized what they had seen. Uniform is currently going door to door."

"Alright stay on that then, I've got a line of my own to look into, Miles would you mind coming with?" Miles joined Chandler as they walked out of the room.

"Right, your line might get ya pulled in the muck without me."

"I wouldn't go that far." Miles chuckled,

"Depends how hard they pulled ya." Chandler cautioned,

"Miles." Miles expression became serious,

"Sir, this murderer, he's escalated, what he did to him…I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

"No, I wouldn't either."

"What I'm saying is, I think you should let someone else run this enquiry."

"Miles, I know your worried abou-". Miles interrupted angrily,

"This isn't a Mother May I game, this is serious and personal, and it's obviously directed straight at you!"

"It probably is, which is why I wanted you to join me for this." Miles asked annoyed,

"And what is this, exactly?" Chandler stated calmly,

"There is someone in this station who has a grudge against me, and has tried their utmost to ingratiate themselves into this investigation."

"Could you be a bit more mysterious, who would that be then?" Chandler gestured over to the busty blond next to Buchan who was going through his notes on the stairs.

"Why, she's standing right over there." Miles looked incredulously,

"What, her, Sally Trandle!?" Chandler looked at him seriously,

"This is just a theory, but I looked her up Miles, she's more than she appears to be."

"Well you know what I think of your theories, but we might as well ask her if she thinks murder is a fun bedtime hobby." Chandler sighed exasperatedly and moved up to Sally.

"Ms. Trandle, could we speak with you a moment?" Sally nervously replied,

"Certainly." Buchan bustled up asking,

"Hey Joe, are you alright? I heard that last body was a real mangled affair, you know from what I have heard of the mutilations, it sounds rather a lot like the rip-". Chandler interrupted impatiently,

"Tell me later, Ed." Buchan deflated and let them move away,

"Sure, Joe." Miles guided Sally over to a side office. Chandler decided to cut right to the chase as soon as he sat Ms. Trandle down, he said,

"So, Sally, I know who you are and what you are doing here." Sally looked cornered,

"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh I am afraid you do, your Morgan Lamb's little half-sister." Miles yelled,

"What?!" Sally cut the innocent act and started speaking with an American accent. She glared at Chandler,

"So what?"

"You and your mother blame me for her death." Sally clenched her fists and said,

"Who else should we blame, she was under your protection, you brought her into the station and let her get killed, and you walk around scot-free."

"So you and your mother thought that you should punish me? You managed to attach yourself to Buchan so that you could enter these offices and have a direct line on me. " She snarled,

"Yes."

"Then you decided to kill anybody that had the least bit of resemblance to me?" Miles finally came out of his shock enough to say,

"Let's nick this daft broad, Boss."

"NO, no, we would never do something like that, we just wanted you to suffer as we have, to know how we feel! We were just going to make your life a little harder, a bloody note here, a popped tire there… And then, I followed you Chandler, I've seen you visit her grave, over and over again, always with a white rose, she has so many now..." Sally's eyes watered up. Chandler looked away from her to study the wall intently. Miles glanced at him. "I realized that you must have missed her too, and that you were sorry, sorry she was dead. I told mother that, she said that she forgave you. Morgan was the greatest sister in the world to me, I lived all the way in the States with our mom, but she would always come to visit and call us whenever she could. She even paid for me to go to the university here so that we could be nearer." Sally was crying in earnest now. Chandler took out his pocket kerchief and gave it to her. Miles moved close to Chandler and said quietly,

"Don't fall for her story Guv, she's a Yank and wants revenge on you, she's even close in on the investigation, everything fits."

"No, I believe her."

"We should still nick her until we check her story out."

"No, Miles, I owe her more than that." Sally looked up at him and tried to give him the hanky back, he shook his head and stepped back quickly from the damp bit of cloth.

"Thanks, It's more than I deserve, Morgan told Mom all about you, ya know." Chandler looked surprised,

"She did?"

"Yeah, she said how kind you were to her, and how she was going to go out on a date with you." Chandler looked devastated,

"I am so sorry, it was my fault-".

"No, we were just angry and wanted to blame someone, it wasn't your fault, it just happened. I'm sure Morgan was really pissed at us for what we almost did. She really liked you."

"Thank you, for forgiving me." Miles shoved Chandler over gently and asked,

"Enough of this bird-talk, do you like baseball?" Sally replied,

"Sure, who doesn't, but that doesn't mean I bashed a bunch of guys heads in with a bat." Miles smiled slowly,

"Maybe not, but where is your mother now?"

"In a hotel on Stepney Way, but she has nothing to do with these killings." Miles snorted,

"So you say, but we are still going to have a little chat, now you stay here at the station Sir. I'll put a uniform with the girl here and go with a couple of coppers to her mother's, just in case of the worst." Chandler sighed,

"Well, I suppose it has to be done. I am sorry about this Sally."

"No it's OK, rules have to be followed, right? Just be gentle with Mom, she's had a hard time." Miles nodded shortly and took Chandler out of the room and set a uniform to watch the door.

"You alright?"

"I suppose, I kind of feel better actually." Miles smiled,

"Good. So how'd ya cotton on to who she was."

"I told you I looked into her background, I thought it was strange that a girl like her would be interested in doing this sort of work for hardly any pay, and with Buchan of all people." Miles muttered,

"I should of thought of that. Well, I'll go look into the mother, I've got a feeling we'll have this enquiry wrapped up before lunch." Chandler shook his head at him,

"It's not her Miles."

"Well we won't know till we try, anyway Sir, I'll be back before you can say candlefloss."

Miles finally returned from Stepney Way a couple hours later. He had been satisfied that Chandler was right, damn him. The yank mother and daughter had nothing to do with anything. He was surprised to learn that Chandler had left. He asked worriedly,

"Where did he go, did he take someone with him?" Riley turned around from her desk and said,

"Calm down skip, he took constable Landsmen with him, he said there was one more lead he had to track down." Miles did not calm down, he had been wrong, this was not over, and he should never have left him alone,

"What lead, and where's Kent?" Riley looked confused,

"The Boss didn't rightly say, you know how he is, and Kent went out to get us some lunch. He should have been back by now actually." Miles said succinctly,

"Shit." Miles got out his mobile and called Chandler's number,

"Joseph Chandler, if you would like to leave a message-". Miles hung up and started muttering to himself,

"Shit, shit, shit…" Riley moved up to him and grabbed his arm; she had never seen Miles like this,

"Skip what is it, what's wrong?" Miles starred at the phone in his hand and said quietly,

"It's gone straight to voicemail." Mansell came across the room and tried to be reasonable,

"Maybe he hasn't got service-". Miles asked incredulously,

"In London?!" Mansell put his hands up,

"I don't know."

"Put a trace on his phone, now. I'll try the constable's." Riley rushed to her computer and said,

"Alright, I'm on it." Miles heard the constable's phone ringing, and then his voicemail picked up. He ended the call and threw his mobile across the room in frustration.

"Mansell, trace constable Landsmen's mobile!" Mansell looked happy to have anything to do in this situation, and shouted,

"Right!" Riley looked up, shocked,

"Skip, there isn't a signal, the phone's been…destroyed." Miles looked crushed, he collapsed into the chair behind him, his worst fears realized.

"Miles, I've got the constable's location here, they're in…on damn…they're in the car park at East Aldgate!" They all looked at each other in mute worry for one second, then they ran out the door.

They arrived at the scene minutes latter; Miles had called in reinforcements to meet them there. They immediately saw Chandler's silver car parked where the original body had been found. When they reached the car, both front doors had been left open. They found Landsmen's body by the passenger seat; his head had been beaten in, he was obviously dead. They saw Chandler's mobile crushed beside him. But there was no sign of Chandler, or his body, anywhere. Miles fell to his knees beside the phone and whispered,

"Oh God, he's got the Guv!"