She'd done her best for Harvey, now she just had to hope he'd understand what she'd tried to hint. Her captor had taken the knife back out again and was carefully turning the blade over and over in his hands. From her position on the cold, damp floor with her back pressed against the brick wall, Donna assessed her situation.

If Harvey didn't drop the case against Jason Black and Matt Bailey, she was in trouble. She assumed that this was one of their doing, presumably Jason Black because he seemed to be the ringleader out of the pair of them. From the pain flaring in her ankle and her burning side where she'd tried to stem the blood flow with her scarf, as well as the sharp pain in her head from falling to the floor, she knew she couldn't run anywhere. Not to mention, of course, the armed man in front of her.

'He won't drop the case, you know,' she tried.

'Oh, I think he will,' her captor replied, focussing his attention on her and away from the knife, 'because from what I've heard, he cares about you a hell of a lot more than he cares about Clifford Danner.'

Another wave of pain washed over Donna and she felt the world spin slightly around her. It was getting increasingly harder for her to form a coherent sentence and she knew that if Harvey didn't turn up soon, she was going to be in serious trouble. She was running on pure adrenaline, but she knew it couldn't last forever.

The pain must have been evident on her face, because Donna saw the man standing opposite her come closer and his face lifted as though he was smiling.

'That's quite a bad cut, you know. Wouldn't like to be you in an hour, if you've even got that long.'

He came closer still, making Donna feel uncomfortable. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of that.

'Who the hell are you?' she asked, repeating Harvey's question from earlier. He laughed, but it didn't reach his eyes. He took his hood down from his head and pulled the scarf from around his lower face.

'I'm Mark Jackson, and I'm the one who got Black and Bailey to kill that girl.'

Donna's eyes widened in shock.

'And the only problem now is, you know who I am. And if you go running back to Harvey, then he might come find me and put me in jail with those two imbeciles. It's nothing personal, Donna. It's just, prison doesn't agree with me. See, jail is like this,' he grinned, placing his hand low near her waist as Donna slapped it away, 'and I like this.'

He raised his hand closer to her face, level with her eyes. He cupped her cheek as slowly, he pulled the knife into her view and laughed as he saw Donna recoil in fear.

'It's just business,' Jackson snarled as he brought the knife back and stabbed her chest.