Thanks to everyone reading and especially those who leave a message. I love your optimism, ah yes Harry does seem so much better… However I did give you a story plan way back in Chapter 6 Denial, anger, bargaining depression, acceptance, we've still got a way to go my lovelies.

Twenty-Five

Two new cases arrived on Tuesday there were no suspicious circumstances, Leo was in court so Nikki was left to carry out the post mortems. If the paperwork had been therapeutic, being back in the cutting room, doing what she did best was positively cathartic. She focused herself entirely on the job in hand, dwelling on each little detail and recording each observation carefully. The conclusions weren't startling; one congestive heart failure and the other an undiagnosed cancer but the process had been liberating.

Even Zak had commented that she seemed in a good mood today. She hoped it was the ability to work again and not just the fact that she had one more night of freedom before Harry duty started again. She wondered where the phone she'd ordered for him was. It was supposed to be delivered to the Lyell Centre but it hadn't arrived yet.

She showered and changed back into her clothes. 'I might even make the effort and cook some real food tonight,' she thought. As she returned to her desk to collect her things she noticed the light on her phone was flashing. She hit the button to play the message and then froze in horror.

"Gyilkos, Gyilkos, Gyilkos!" chanted the voice. She didn't recognise the language. She didn't recognise the voice.

"Leo!" Nikki shouted.

Hearing the terror in her voice, Leo immediately rushed out of his office and to her side.

Nikki pressed play again and the message repeated.

"Gyilkos, Gyilkos, Gyilkos!"

"I've heard that word before." Leo said wracking his brains to remember what it meant, or in what context he'd heard it.

He needn't have bothered; there was a second message that hadn't had a chance to play the first time through, it obviously provided the translation.

"Murderer!" the voice whispered.

"Leo!" Nikki stammered unable to keep her body from shaking. "What does it mean? Who would do this?"

"The voice isn't accusing," Leo said as he replayed the message.

"Sit down Nikki," Leo said calmly, as he carefully removed her hands from around his arm and guided her to her chair. "I think I recognise something."

Nikki did as she was told. Up until now the day had been such a good one and now she was fearful, shaking and all the positive energy she'd generated had evaporated. Leo played the second message again and again.

"Listen Nikki, the second voice, the English one, there's no accent," Leo explained.

He played the message again.

Tears formed in Nikki's eyes as she too recognised the voice. Leo dialled 1471 to confirm where the call had been made from.

"Come on!" cried Leo. "He's on the landline he's at his flat."

"He's supposed to be with his mother!" Nikki cried.

"Well he's at his flat now, come on. I'll drive."

I have implicit trust in Google Translator however if you know better and this is not the word for murderer in Hungarian, please don't hesitate to let me know.