And all comes to light. Thank you for the reviews re last chapter.

"Ruth? Mr. Levendis... what are y - "

"Juliet!" Ruth practically threw herself at the gaping woman. The whole atmosphere changed; the room turned blue. Hearts raced, sweat showered. "Where's Harry? Where is he!"

She stood looking her abrupt company over never ceasing to frown. Shocked, but not shaken. Never shaken.

"He's in interrogation. Why?"

"Who's his interrogator?" Dimitri ordered pressing forward, eyes fixated.

Juliet shook her head, spluttering faintly at such sudden chaos. She stood from her desk, squared to them. "What do you want?"

"Juliet," Ruth hammered the words into the stone faced woman, "If Harry is with the man you know as Ernest then he's in serious danger. Ernest is a double agent; his real name is Philip Bryhar. We need to find him – now!"

"How in God's name did you come to that conclusion?" She cried now angered, but still oblivious, "That's impossible!"

"Why would I lie about this? For Christ sake – skip the convenient logic and listen to what I'm saying to you. Harry is in grave danger. Bryhar has been using a false identity to interrogate a senior British intelligence officer." Her grey pools began to glass over and she struggled to prevent her voice from cracking. "Do you even know what methods he's using on Harry?"

And then, Juliet looked stunned. For the first time in many years she felt an outside dominance take over - encase her – and somehow she succumbed to their desperosity.

"I have no idea," she replied regretfully. Ruth saw the change. The link was presented there and they held it together as if afraid to let go. It was something Dimitri could never see or understand; the mysterious and undeniable loyalty to Harry shared by the women who had loved him and who still did. Trust flowered in the moment Juliet dismissed her icy individuality. "But I know where they are," she stated, moving from her desk, "Come on."

Now there was silence. Menacing, out of place, dangerous silence that filled his ears as the last drops of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth down his chin to stain the clothing. The floor became comfortable because it meant he did not have to stand.

Uncaring of the questions and unable to answer anyway, Harry kept his eyes closed and waited for the tunnel of light to present itself. When it did, it looked more like a doorway than a tunnel.

"Ernest!" A terrified voice screamed, "STOP!"

And why was Juliet in heaven? He forced his eyes open. There it was. Juliet, Dimitri, Ruth; the answer, the saviour. He saw their figures, heard a gun shot, felt Ernest fall next to him. A hand slipped under his head and he thought it was Ruth... but she spoke as if underwater. A split second later, everything was gone.

More soon.