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Erin knew she was expected to babysit Alec as much as she was Lydia Morgan. The idea didn't exactly thrill her. She knew Alec would be miserable at being locked in the flat whereas the former Prime Minister was a force to be reckoned with. She sighed as she pulled into the parking lot near the block of former council flats where Alec lived, only to see him rushing towards her dragging a very perturbed former politician in his wake.

"Get in." He shoved her into the back seat of Erin's pool car as she swore. Erin swore as he jumped in the front passenger seat.

"Hello to you too." Erin floored the car, almost spinning it out of the car park towards the main road as gun fire erupted behind them. She swore once more, swerving to avoid a bullet as Lydia ducked so she was almost laying across the rear passenger seats. "Who are your friends?"

"Not exactly sure, didn't stay in the flat long enough to introduce ourselves." Alec huffed. "They completely knackered my front door. You reckon I can claim it on expenses?"

"Ask Harry." Erin weaved through traffic hoping that whoever was following them would think twice about making a scene in such a public place. Alec turned in his seat, suddenly worried that his charge had been strangely quiet since he had uncerimoniously thrown her in the back of the car. He knew the Kia Picanto Erin drove wouldn't take maltreatment before it gave up. He just hoped the little car could take the punishment Erin was giving it long enough to get them to safety.

"Lydia." He snapped as she lay curled on her side, apparently shell shocked. "Are you hurt?"

She frowned slightly as Erin swung the car left. "LYDIA!"

"No, I er." She blinked. "I think not. No, no I'm ok." She paused as she assessed herself. "Hit my head but I'm ok."

"Ok." Erin slammed the breaks on as she pulled into an alcove near the side street she had turned into. "I think we lost them." She killed the engine before turning to her passengers. "Maybe you'd like to tell me what the Hell happened?"

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"Right." Zaf parked the car outside the town house they believed belong to John Morgan. The middle aged man had divorced the former Prime Minister the day she had left office, which Adam couldn't help but think was a little like kicking the woman when she was down. He had instantly taken a dislike to the man he had never met, which he had to admit wasn't at all like him. "You reckon he's at home?"

"Lets see." Adam opened the car door before pausing slightly. "You think he is involved in this? Whatever the Hell is going on with Morgan?"

"Dunno." Zaf frowned. "But exes can be a nightmare." He thought of Zoe's ex-husband and the trouble he had caused them since she had returned to the UK. Adam nodded, before heading to the front door of the house. He pressed the doorbell, hoping to keep the visit as calm as possible. It was only when he saw the blood on the doorhandle that he knew something was very wrong. Zaf pushed the unlocked door open as Adam pulled his gun.

"I think we might be a little late." Adam stepped into the hallway as he held his gun in front of him. The trail of blood led to the living room as Zaf tried not to gag on the smell of dried blood. The living room door opened to show the dead body of John Morgan laying in the middle of the room. Zaf resisted the urge to gag as he pulled his phone out to request a clean up team. Adam looked around the room, shaking his head slightly he tried not to think about the last moments of the man laying dead on the laminate floor.

"Gunshot wound to the chest." Zaf frown ed. "Big un."

"High calibre?"

"Could be." Zaf nodded. "Service weapon?"

"Not exactly a professional hit. Too messy." Adam looked at the photographs adorning the walls. "No kids?"

"No idea. Ruth is running deep background checks now." He turned as Adam answered the phone in his hand. "Ruth? Yeah." He paused. "We're on our way back in." He put the phone away before heading out of the house, leaving Zaf to follow him.

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"John Morgan." Ruth looked at the computer screen. "Aged 59. Married his seond wife, Lydia in January 2003. No children from that marriage but he has a son, Jamie aged 30 from his marriage to Hannah Nicholls. She died in a car accident in 2001." Ruth turned as Ros picked up the photograph in front of her. She had to admit the death of Nicholls surprised her, she had been expecting a messy and public divorce story.

"He was some bigshot in the banking world?" Lucas frowned as he looked at the picture.

"Yes." Ruth nodded. "Until his wife became PM. He gave up his position to move into Number 10. Could be a cause of resentment. A powerful man like that being outshone by his wife."

"Bit pathetic if thats the case." Ros answered as Tariq burst into the office, clearly panicking.

"Tariq." Harry ran a hand over his face. "I am assuming the Grid is on fire?"

"Er, no." Tariq paused. "But you need to see this." He headed back to his workstation as Ruth smiled slightly. In all the time he had worked there Tariq Masood had never really worried about Harry chastising him. She knew if Ruth had commented on him not knocking the door or worse still, Ros he would be heartbroken. She stood, following him onto the main Grid as the rest of the senior team followed. She just hoped whatever Tariq had found would be the break they needed.

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