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"Oh, but I know you care, I know it has always been there. But there is trouble ahead, I can feel it, you are just saving yourself when you hide it. Yeah, I know you care, I see it in the way you stare, as if there was trouble ahead and you knew it, I'll be saving myself in the ruin."

Peter picked his head up from the table, sighing angrily, "How many times do I have to tell you, Carla and I had put everything behind us, we were friends!" Peter had been asked back into questioning for the second time, although this time he wasn't so sure they were on his side. It was three days since he'd gone looking for Carla and found her flat a mess, her no where to be seen. He'd barely slept in days, the world seemed an emptier place and he had never felt so hopeless. He avoided the drink, somehow, determined to be strong when he found her, be the person he knew she would need.

"You've been in this seat a few times before haven't you, Mr Barlow?" The detective watched him.

"Wrongly accused, I might add. What's that got to do with anything anyway? You should be out there looking for her!"

"We're doing all we can, Mr Barlow. Now, tell me again about Ms Connor buying you back your business?"

Peter sighed, rubbing his face, exhausted. "I don't get what this has to do with anything. Carla brought back the Bookies off my sister, Tracy. She knew how much it meant to me, she wanted to do something to help."

"So Ms Connor and you were getting quite close again, you'd say?" The detective showed no emotion on his face, sipping his tea as he watched, analysing. Before Peter answered he spoke again, "See what doesn't make sense to me Mr Barlow, is that we've spoke to Miss Barlow and she says she has idea what you're talking about."

Peter frowned, sitting forward, "That can't be right.. Carla gave me the keys, she said it was all done. You must have got it wrong. Can't you check her bank or summit?"

The detective nodded, "We've done that Mr Barlow. No money was transferred from ms Connors to ms Barlows account. And the keys you supplied us, they don't fit the doors to the shop. So something isn't quite right here, sir. And I think you should start telling us what you really know about Ms Connor whereabouts."

"It's Barlow! Carla Barlow." Peter shook his head in disbelief, completely confused. "look you've got it wrong, Tracy must be confused or something I don't know but you've got your worse crossed, you must have."

"Something else that doesn't add up." The detective continued, ignoring Peter, "you say ms Connor... sorry, Mrs Barlow, stopped divorce proceedings, and her solicitor has confirmed this. However, when we spoke to them they were very confused. You see, Mrs Barlow, Carla, was a business woman, she always did things by phone, so I'm told. And yet she emailed her solicitor regarding this matter which struck them as unusual. Do you have the passwords for your wife's laptop, Mr Barlow?"

The police questioned Peter for hours more, asking him in detail about his previous relationship with Carla and the one they shared since his return. Why did no one else know how close they were? Why did the things Peter were saying not add up, and most importantly, where was Carla? He couldn't answer their questions. His mind was a mess of complicated things he didn't understand.

Eventually they told him he was free to go and Peter stood up slowly, his body exhausted and drained. He stood up to leave quickly, desperate to get back to looking for Carla but before he did, something stopped him, made him ask a question,

"Have any of your lot questioned Rob Donovan, her brother? I mean he's inside he probably has no idea but he might know someone with a grudge. Surely it's worth trying?"

He picked up his jacket, rubbing his face, confused at the look the detective gave him, he couldn't comprehend what was said next.

"Mr Barlow, Rob Donovan was released over a week ago..."

"What is this Rob, eh? Some sort of revenge for me sending you down? Revenge cos you murdered an innocent young girl and you got caught?" Carla spat angrily, her mind in overdrive after three days away, needing to get out.

Rob span around, shaking his head, "Innocent, Tina weren't innocent!" Carla flinched at her name, "That girl ruined your life, Carla!"

"She didn't deserve to die though, did she? She didn't deserve to die!" Carla didn't bother to hide her tears, "Do I deserve to die too Rob? Is that what this is, is that your grand plan for revenge, eh? Please, I've 'ad worse." She quipped, shaking her head and slowly standing up, her body tired and fragile now.

"This isn't revenge, this is making you see sense! You went back with him Carla. He destroyed everything and you forgave him!" Rob lost his temper, shaking his head in a fury as he stepped towards her.

"And the penny drops. Now it all makes sense, eh Rob. What you manage to con a copper into helping you destroy evidence, you get out and see Peter all hunky dory and you think 'hey I know what I'll do kidnap my big sister and end up back inside in a week!' You flaming idiot, Rob!" She pushed his chest but he grabbed both her wrists, pushing her away again, into the wall.

Carla laughed, softly, hiding her fear "Ooh, now I'm seeing my real baby brother. Is this how Tina made ya feel is it? What was the plan eh Rob? I'm assuming you're gonna set Peter up for this like you tried to for ya last murder? Eh? What did you think, frame him for murder but this time get rid of sis in case she figures me out again? How are you gonna get rid of my body? In a lake? Bottom of a ditch?"

She watched him, her eyes not leaving him as she stopped closer to him, away from the wall, "How would you have felt then, eh Rob? No mum, no dad, no sister. Last Donovan standing. Would you have felt like the big man? The big I am? Let me have a few last words eh baby bro? For old times sake. How would you feel, little brother, when they found my body. Come on, Rob! Humor me! When Peter had to formally identify his wife, when they told him his murdered wife was pregnant with his child. Would you feel good? Knowing you'd killed a baby as well as your sister?"

Rob stood almost opened mouthed at the revelation, shocked, afraid. His big sister, pregnant? How hadn't he realised, how had he caused such a mess.

"I'm pregnant, Rob. Are you gonna kill my baby an all?"