"He led a double life. Did that make him a liar? He did not feel a liar. He was a man of two truths."- Iris Murdoch

"You know Holly, based on what Chriton Salt has told us, I've calculated a 65% chance that the person behind the attacks could be Colonel Julian Scar."
"No chance" Holly replied. "It's not Scar."
"How do you know?" Cecily asked.
"You're going to hate me for saying this" Holly said, looking at her protégé. "Gut feeling."
"Look at the facts Holly" Cecily said, in something of a more serious tone. "There were only a certain number of people who knew we were going to the prison, and one of them was Colonel Scar. He would have clearance and resources."
"He has no links to either Ferran Goy or Axl Snow. Besides, I know the Colonel. I know he wouldn't be behind anything like this."
"Precisely, you know him. And he knows you and the fact that you're not going to give this up. Hence why he would want you dead."
"You know" Salt said from upfront, "The young one back there has a point."
"This 'young one' has a name" Cecily replied sternly.
"I honestly don't care what your name is. But you bring up some valid points. I'm not saying go all guns blazing on the Colonel, but you can't discount him either. Honestly, you can't discount anybody still inside the force."
"Fine" Holly said. "But putting that on the backburner, I want to go take a look around Ferran Goy's house."
"Why?" Cecily asked. "Forensics already looked around there and found nothing."
"Precisely. They found nothing. I'm betting there's something there that I can find."
"Oh good" Salt said sarcastically. "I'm not going in there with you."
"I don't want you there."
"OK, well that was easy. You'll have to find your own way back too, I'm not babysitting you 24/7 whilst you sign off your death wishes."
"Just get us there" Holly said. "Then you can disappear again for however long it'll be this time."

Ferran Goy's house was fairly similar in design to Holly's, which made breaking into it somewhat easier. Infact, Ferran Goy lived in the same neighbourhood to Holly, something that made her realise she didn't actually really know that many people near where she lived.
"Let's be careful" Holly said. "Don't touch anything if you don't have to."
"That's slightly difficult when you're searching for something" Cecily said. Holly agreed, but the last thing she wanted was for them to get caught. If her and Cecily, and to a lesser extent Foaly, were the only people in the inner circle, then having 2 of the 3 behind bars for breaking and entering wouldn't do them any good at all. Especially not if the people on the inside were working against them. This kind of situation only ever usually happened when Opal Koboi was around, but she was dead. And she was actually dead, unlike Chriton Salt. Artemis had made sure of it with a mounted rifle inside the security camera, a trick he had taken from Flower Kevoor and Wing Commander Vinyaya's untimely death. "If you can't win with your own methods, adapt" Artemis had said when he explained what he'd done in there to Holly. It had been one hell of an operation, and not a single person inside Solenheim had known there were going to be fairies involved- nor did a single one of them come out of it knowing any different.
"Holly" Cecily said, bringing Holly back to reality. "I've searched upstairs, but I have nothing. Nothing that indicates anything out of the ordinary, anyway. Do you want me to come and help you down here?"
"Yeah, come on down Cecily" Holly said. "I've just got the main living area to get through."
Holly continued to scan around the room as Cecily made her way downstairs. Ferran Goy's house was fairly pristine. It had all of the essentials; A coffee table, a sofa, a TV. Everything looked nice. There wasn't anything that couldn't be bought on his salary, so no sign of money being funnelled his way. There was no indication that anything was wrong. Except, despite all the normality, something felt off. Something Holly couldn't quite put her finger on.

The bookcase. Of course, it was the bookcase.

Everything in Ferran Goy's living room, and pretty much his house, was painted or finished in light colours. His wall were white, his coffee table transparent, his sofa a light cream. And yet, in the corner of the room, stood a very large, dark brown, wooden bookcase. It stood out, and to someone like Holly, that's always a warning flag. Forensics wouldn't have cared, they'd just be there for the fingerprints and DNA. But to Holly, this was it. This was the clue she had been looking for.
"Cecily, come and take a look at this bookcase with me" Holly called over. The young elf soon joined her, but that was about as much as she did.
"That's a very nice bookcase" Cecily offered. "Fairly old, I'd say maybe 200 years? Doesn't fit with any of the other decorations, so must have been passed down to him or something, that's the only reason I can think of why he kept it. But it's just a bookcase?"
"Yes Cecily, but that's my point. It doesn't fit. There aren't even that many books on it."
"People get attached to things."
"Maybe so" Holly said, "But I still want to take a closer look. Start removing the books."
"I thought you said you didn't want to disturb anything?" Cecily asked, giving off something of a confused, contorted facial expression, but did it none the less. There weren't many books to remove, but they were careful. Holly eventually reached the very centre, a large, dusty, blue book that had no title on the spine. She prepared to lift it off, but it wouldn't move. She tried again, but it wouldn't go. She tried pulling it up, pushing it down, tipping it over. It wouldn't go. It was only when she pushed it inwards that something clicked in the bookcase, and the whole thing started to twist.
"Secret room" Cecily said in awe.
"And the only people with secret rooms" Holly said, "Are people who have something to hide."

It was dark in the secret room. Holly spent a few seconds fumbling around for a light switch, and when she eventually found it, she almost tripped over a box on the floor for her trouble. But once she had turned the lights on, her jaw dropped.
"Oh wow" Cecily said, "Now we know why Ferran Goy was so willing to turn to the other side."
Holly agreed. All around her, pictures and posters, magazines and data tablets. There was one thing in common with all of them; Their anti-police sentiment. There was a giant map on the wall with pins in all points over the last year where a police officer had been attacked. It was as extensive as it was disturbing.
"Ferran Goy was an anti-police anarchist" Holly said, her voice hollow as she tried to take everything in. "He didn't need money, he just needed the promise of the one thing he wanted most, for the police to be taken down."
"To think" Cecily said, "Whilst he was a prison guard, he probably had more in common with the prisoners than the rest of his colleagues. No wonder he was helping get them released."
Holly walked over to one of the other walls, where several newspaper clippings had been pinned to the wall. They were all articles of riots from the surface dating back 20, 30 years.
"This solves one of our problems" Holly said, "But not another. We still don't know who the ringleader was, and until we do, the entire Lower Elements is still in danger."
"Holly, I've found something else" Cecily said, beckoning her over.
"Letters" Holly said as Cecily handed her the pile. "Lots and lots of letters."
"They're all from the same person, never gives a name but signs off as 'M'. I've only skimmed through, but I think it's fairly clear that this person is the instigator, our ringleader."
"They're handwritten. That's good, no that's very good for us. I can send these to Foaly and have him put them through the handwriting recognition software he developed. If it's from someone inside the LEP, we'll soon find out who."
Holly looked at her watch. It was going into the evening, which means it was almost time for her video call with Artemis. She couldn't miss that.
"Cecily, bag the letters, take them over to Foaly and get him on this right away. I don't trust the evidence in this place to still be here tomorrow."

"Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life's pain. Good thing we aren't being penalised for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn't know a thing about deadlines"- Jeff Brown