Gerry trawled through the yellow pages in hope of finding a first class private detective that could not only provide results but was affordable too. He half laughed when he opend it up to the classifieds and saw the AAA Agency sat at the top of the page. He quickly disregarded this as there was no way he was hiring 'dodgy' Roger McHew . Unsatisfied with the results he decided to go online for a second opinion. There was no question about giving up at the first hurdle. Scarby was going to get away with this if he could help it.

About three pages onto his Google search Gerry's attention was drawn to one particular site run by a Daniel Collins who was dedicated to catching criminals from 1980's London and they should email him if they thought they could help. Thinking that this could be what he was looking for Gerry emailed Daniel Collins:

"Dear Mr Collins,

I was very interested by your website as I myself am looking to alert the police's attention to a particular criminal who may have been involved in the licit drugs underworld of the 1980's London.

I would be grateful if you could email me back as soon as possible as I think this man is too dangerous to be on our streets.

Sincerely Michael Newman"

He very nearly signed off Gerry Standing. He was already making a dangerous move contacting this Daniel Collins, for all he knew it could be an over the top ploy to get hold of the UCOS team once more, so there was no way he was going to sign it Gerry. Worried about the consequences of sending the email he hovered the cursor over the send button, weighing up the consequences as the thought back to that dreadful night.

He would never forget the horror of that night, when Brain, Sandra and Jack came running in potentially making the situation a whole lot worse.

He remembered the gunshot, the bullet that hurtled towards his shin. He remembered falling to the floor, Sandra running to him to provide him with some sort of comfort. He remembered the pain. Being thrown onto a plastic chair that was barely stable then before being tied up kicked in several pain provoking places just for good measure.

Out of the corner of his eye he remembered seeing Brian and Jack go down simultaneously, he could see a gun pointing to Sandra's head. He could hear her whimper when Brian and Jack yelled out in pain. He could hear Sandra's body being thrown into the solid metal door. He could just about see the gun move closer to her head so that it was slightly pressed against her temple. He made out another gloved hand take her by the throat the squeezed tight around it, turning her face bright red until it was almost blue.

"Stop it, enough's enough, do what you want to me but leave her alone. Leave the boys alone. Leave my grandson alone. I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt them" came the cry of desperation in Gerry's voice. For some reason Scarby's lot did not gag Gerry unlike Brain and Jack who had no chance of screaming for help.

"You really care about 'em don't ya?" Scarby said.

Gerry nodded looking a terrified Sandra in the eye; those beautiful blue eyes had lost their sparkle and instead began to bulge. Gerry thought they were going to pop out of her skull.

"Yes, yes I do, please Scarby I'm begging ya let them go" Gerry Standing was not going to let on how much he actually cared for Sandra and how much it was hurting him seeing her fighting for her life.

Scarby stepped forward, withdrawing the gun from Detective Superintendent Pullman's head before giving the man with his hand wrapped tightly around Sandra's neck a nod to signal that was enough.

Sandra stumbled back into the door, hitting her head violently against it as she attempted to gasp for a fresh breath of air. Gerry sighed with relief Sandra was still here. He looked at Scaby in hope that they would untie Jack and Brian who were still tied to the chair also.

Instead of freeing the men two men placed Sandra not that delicately into the same position as her boys. She too was bound and gagged. The same two men stood either side of Gerry whilst Scarby untied him.

"Your with us Granddad" Scarby whispered into his ear. Gerry lept up at the chance of seeing Little Gerry again but he got too ahead of himself, forgetting that his right leg was weaker that the other thanks to Scarby's trigger finger. He fell over his feet and Scarby laughed.

"Boy's help Granddad, he seems to have lost his footing"

"Yes boss" one said as he and another of his 'heavies' took Gerry by the shoulders and followed Scarby who was just about to leave the room, meaning that Sandra, Jack and Brian would be left still tied up.

Taking in a deep sigh, Gerry and pressed the send button reliving that fatal night once more was once more too much. It was worth a try contacting this Daniel Collins character, anything was worth putting that... there were no words in the English language that were suitable to describe Daniel Scarby. Now he played the waiting game, hoping that Daniel Collin's response would be worth that wait.