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Harry took a deep breath. "Nikki… the night you were attacked, when you called me. Was it to tell me something about your uncle?"

She sighed. "I don't know. I don't think so… no, wait! I remember, something… something…" she shook her head. "Something about his daughter?"

"Dr. Cunningham, isn't it?" asked Viktor Alexander, opening the front door of his flat. "Come to ask me for Nikki's hand in marriage?"

Harry gritted his teeth. "Could we talk inside?"

He followed Viktor into the tiny, scruffy living room. "What is it, then?"

"Nikki's had an accident. Don't worry," he said, at Viktor's look of alarm, "she's okay now. She was in a coma for a while, but she's come round, and her loss of memory should be temporary."

He sat down shakily. "My God… what happened?" he whispered.

"We're not sure, exactly. Nikki was on the phone to me, trying to tell me something, when the line went dead. I drove straight over, to find her unconscious outside her house, her mobile still in her hand. She'd been hit on the head with a heavy instrument."

"They didn't take her mobile?"

"No, and there was no sign that anything was missing from her bag, either."

"Who would do this to her?" he exclaimed angrily. "Don't give me that look; I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but she's my daughter, for Christ's sake, my little girl! My beautiful baby…" he brushed away a tear angrily. "Find them. Whoever did this to her, find them," he said fiercely. "Anything I can do, you let me know, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mr. Alexander, of course," he said soothingly. He pretended to hesitate. "Actually, there is something you could do."

"Anything. Name it."

"Nikki mentioned a name, something to do with a case we were working on, I wondered if it meant anything to you – Matthias Groenveld?"

"Matt? Yes, she asked me about him a couple of weeks back," he said thoughtfully. "Didn't say why she wanted to know, though."

Harry handed him the photo-fit. "Is this him?"

"Yes, that's him. Well, he has a scar on his face, but that's him to a tee, otherwise. Matt's my best friend – Nikki's uncle. He introduced me to Mia, Nikki's mother. They were twins, as alike as two peas in a pod,almost." He looked at him. "You don't think Matt did this, do you? I mean… I know there was talk of corruption, fraud, and so on, back in South Africa – he and Mia had a huge bust-up over that, not sure they ever spoke again - and he had a terrible gambling addiction that he was being treated for a while back, but he's not a violent man. Nikki's a lot like him."

Harry bit his lip. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Alexander – to be the bearer of bad news."

"What – what do you mean?"

He took a deep breath. "If you're sure that this man is Matthias Groenveld, then I'm afraid your best friend was murdered."