I like to think that Angie might have had a bit of solidarity with Harry. Best I can pull from an episode I hate apart from how brilliant Harry is and we get to see a bit of Dempsey naked but with the wrong woman. Oh well! It's a bit mean to Dempsey so don't read on if you'd prefer not to think of him being so silly.

She slams down the boot lid and then, after a brief pause, opens it again. You can't be too careful with these cops and she wasn't sure about the dose, it wasn't as much as she'd like to give.

"A shame all things considered." Angie Hughes leans against the car and looks at her nails. "Dammit, I broke one. Must have been when I was scratching your back. I hope it hurt."

His mouth droops a little. "Futhing menthal."

"You've got a good body. A lot of potential if you listened to the superior sex. If you'd only respected your partner we'd never be here." She eyes him, enjoying his eye roll of impatience. "Oh, she knew before you did. Bet she's out there now trying to work it out. You didn't have a fucking clue but you still think you're better than her."

"I never thought I'd feel sorry for Harriet Makepeace but I do, being saddled with you. Men, you're all dumb as rocks."

He looks alarmed and tries to speak but he's at the point where his mouth won't cooperate without some skill. She's so done with his opinions.

"I could do anything with you right now." She thinks for a moment, not too long as he's really not worth the effort, "Stripped naked and shot in the balls and then the heart. Tied up like the pig that you are. The ultimate humiliation, James Dempsey killed by a woman."

She's got a few more minutes before he gets sleepy. He looks pale and scared. Stupid idiot.

"Imagine your beloved Harry finding you like that. I've saved her if you think about it. A powerful woman like her, saving your ass. It would be such a let down for her, having you in her bed."

Angie considers him for a moment, as she thinks of Harry. "I wasn't sure who to pick. You or her. She's too clever. You're the stupid one, you made so it easy."

He's wide-eyed. She can't tell if it's horror or lust.

"I know where she lives. I know everything about her because you talk in your sleep. I have her phone number. I can go back to your apartment, get her door key and walk right into her life, all because you were so eager to shoot your load, that you didn't run a security check on me."

She gets a nail file from her pocket.

"You think with your dick. You won't win her over like that. Shame I don't care enough about you to talk it over, share some advice."

Angie starts to file her nail, right down to the quick.

"She knows that about you. Do you think she's into women? I guess you don't know, never got that close have you? I think we've got a lot in common, me and Harry. There's a mutual dislike of you. I can tell her she didn't miss much in bed. We can both kill to order, outwit men. She'll run MI5 one day."

He's looking interestingly heartbroken.

"You said her name when you came. I noticed. You've got a big mouth. You were already thinking of the next woman before you've finished with the first, stupid fuck."

He squirms and says something that might be 'leave her alone'. It's muffled. He ought to be asleep by now.

"No. You can tell her in the afterlife. Do bent ones who killed their partner get that far?"

"Futh off." He sounds like a scared cat.

"Does darling Harry know? Should I tell her before I kill her too?"

She pockets the file. "She's the last obstacle, but there's one thing in my favour. Do you want to know what it is? I'm telling you anyway. She doesn't give a shit about you. As long as she doesn't care, she won't save your ass."

Angie grabs the boot lid, lowers it down. "You should know I faked it, and you're not my type."