Jen had seen her chance and taken it. All it took was one text to Ivy to ask her to phone Kettie about tickets to the theatre and he was distracted. She'd thrown her jacket and sneakers into her bag and tiptoed out of the apartment. She's almost killed herself running down the stairs whilst putting her sneakers on but had managed to steady herself using a passer by. She ran down to the nearest convinced store and grabbed what little sustenance she would need and jumped in the next cab that passed her way.

"Where can I take you today miss?" The driver asked her, eying her in his rearview mirror. Jen pulled out the envelope she had kept by her side for two days. She took a deep breath and leant her head against the cool window of the cab.

"Raymond Street, please." The cab driver nodded his head and pulled into the main stream of traffic. She hadn't even taken a second look at the envelope when she'd opened it. All she wanted to do was read the note inside. It was only on the morning she woke up after Danny had babysat her that she had noticed. As she'd undressed for a shower the envelope had fluttered from her trouser pocket. Jen's first response was to smell it. To see if she could smell Greg on it. But it wasn't Greg she had smelt, it was Katie, who had notoriously used perfumed envelopes since they had met.

"Kate's why on earth does my invite smell like it's just popped into a department store and been attacked by perfume sellers?" Jen asked wrinkling her nose at the invite. Katie had smiled at her and sighed.

"Because when people open letters I send them I want them to be able to think of me when they smell the perfume."

Jen knew she'd never be getting those envelopes ever again and she hastily rubbed tears from her face. What had led her back to Raymond Street wasn't the scented envelope but the address that was written on it. When the driver pulled up at Raymond Street, Jen paid him to wait for half an hour and hopped out. Her gaze fell onto Katie and Greg's house. The crime scene tape was still cordoning off the house but along the tape people had laid flowers down. She stood there still and silent for a while, just letting her grief and anger overwhelm her. A noise then snapped her out of her trance and she glanced up at the address she had come to visit. 40 Raymond Street. The was a man tending to the garden of the address. He was middle aged and content with his gardening. Jen walked slowly towards him and he glanced up and her and a slight smile spread across his face. He stood up and was much taller and broader that Jen had been expecting.

"So you're Jenny. I've been waiting for you. You better come inside." The man gestured towards his house and Jen hesitated for a moment. There was a voice inside her head that said under no circumstances should she enter a strangers house without her firearm. But her heart told her Greg sent her here for a reason so she stepped purposely into his house. It was set up quite similar to Greg's house, except there were no stray toys on the floor or the scent of Katie gliding through the house. The man gestured for Jen to sit down and she shook her head. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on what Jen assumed was 'his' armchair, well worn and comfortable.

"I suppose you have quite a few questions Detective. Well I'll answer one for free. I'm Oliver and I am a retired NYPD officer." He said looking at her.

"Why is this address the one Greg wrote on his note?" Jen asked, her voice steady and her eyes fixed on Oliver. She knew who he was. He was the kind man Katie had told her about. The one who had taken Greg under his wing, taught him how to fix things and how to relax. He was the one who Greg went to at 2am when he replayed Jen bleeding in his arms.

"Because Greg knew it would bring you here and I have something he left here for you. I couldn't give it to you the other day, there were too many cops and feds running around." Oliver got up and walked over to what Jen had assumed was a trophy cabinet. Oliver took a key from his pocked and put it into a lock on the side of the cabinet and it swung open from the back. He pulled something out and locked the cupboard back up again. He walked over to Jen and pulled her hand out from where she had shoved it in her pocket. He place a key in her hand. It had a keyring on with an address for a storage company on it and what looked like the number of a storage box.

"He said if anything ever happened, you would need to go there and you would be able to find him using something from that storage unit. I know nothing other than that, he never told me what he was doing there." Oliver looked at her sadly and she closed her hand over the key.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Jen whispered.

"The day before he went missing. He was nervous and had told Katie to let no one in the house unless it was him, you or myself." Jen hugged Oliver and smiled slightly.

"I will find him alive, I promise. And thank you."

"I know you will. If you are anything like the cop Greg described you as, you will. Jen, be careful, I think