Another month had passed, and poor Jack felt as though he were going to explode. Unlike Siobhan, whom was a rather calm baby. It seemed like this one was the polar opposite. Feeling every kick and jab, he didn't dare drink anything carbonated or else an unholy warfare would erupt. He gives a heavy sigh and falls back into his desk chair. Completely drained, and more than ready to just be done with pregnancy. JP takes pity on the DI, it couldn't have been easy. Especially at his age, but somehow he powered through.

"JP, we hear anything back from the lab concernin' the glass?"

The poor Irishman's voice almost sounded pained as he felt another sharp kick from his daughter. Thankfully, instead of waiting on future repairs, and with the case already spanned quite significantly. The evidence was then transferred to a sister lab on a neighboring island. They weren't as advanced as the team's standby. But it got the job done.

"Uh..yes sir (fetching a file from his desk) fingerprints were lifted from de glass. Hers, of course (softly chuckles)..but, cross-referencin' de prints, 'dey discovered she was in Forbes' office de night before de crash"

The DI's brow shot up immediately. Perhaps she wasn't directly linked to the murder. However, this discovery was quite a damning piece of evidence. Maybe tidying up lose ends, doctoring papers, whilst Thomas was carrying out the actual plot. His tired eyes feverishly scan the rows of print.

"'Dere's somethin' else you should see, Chief"

Dwayne stated in an almost somber tone. Before sliding an additional file onto on his desk to read.

"De other lab re-examined de parts from de crash. 'An looks like his brakes was tampered 'wit"

Suddenly, everything was finally falling in place and making sense. Alannah, used her "freelance journalism" to her advantage. Gathering information on Ben, perhaps in a discreet fashion. Shredding incriminating bits, reporting it all back to Forbes. They now believed the proprietor tampered with the young man's brakes, and Alannah was on her way to meet with him. Before running into Jack the next day.

"Should we contact de Irish authorities, sir? Have them hand her over to us?"

Florence inquired. The DI skimmed over the files once more.

"I'm 'fraid so, Florence. Mind ya, she'll deny everythin' to the hilt"

The Detective Sergeant chuckled softly.

"Don't they all?"

Although the process of relinquishing her to the island was anything but swift. Three weeks later, they prevailed. They gathered Alannah and Forbes in a small seating area, next to the pizzeria. Two other people were present, a young dishwasher by the name of Luke Benta, and a cashier, Gabriella Smith. This was purely for process of elimination sake.

Jack was now a week & a half from his due date. His Doctor informed him his daughter may arrive earlier than estimated. Given his age, premature delivery was fairly high among expectant, older fathers. Although he had been experiencing painful twinges throughout the day, it looked as though the lass may hold out after all. At least, he had hoped until the end of the investigative meeting.

"Jack! This' abs'lutely rid'culous! Why am I even here?!"

Alannah demanded, now Mooney got to see the real side of her.

"A young delivery driver by the name of Benjamin DuPont"

He finally responded. Slowly getting up, and bringing his massive stomach into full view that was previously shrouded by a small outdoor table. Her eyes went as wide as clay pigeons.

"My God! Shouldn't you be in 'ah delivery room, instead?!"

He heard both Florence and Dwayne chuckle behind him. It was best not to bring any additional drama into the situation, however, as a DI, heavily pregnant with an accomplice's child, drama was bound to ensue regardless.

"Not just yet. But might be good 'tah keep informed..seein' as she is yer daughter"

"WHAT?! Are yo-"

Before she even had a chance to finish her outraged sentence. Forbes interjected. Jack almost felt a shred of sympathy. First she's flown back from her home country for a murder investigation. Next she discovers she's a mother to a baby girl she knew nothing about.

"Can we just stop this nonsense 'an get to the matter at hand, please?"

Mooney felt his daughter give a sharp kick to his ribs. Slamming his eyes shut abruptly, he winces and rubs his side. Exhaling deeply. The pizzeria employees meanwhile remain mum.

"Certainly, Mr. Forbes. Would ya rather 'jus cut to the part where ya murdered Ben to secure yer title?"

Forbes immediately jumps from his seat.

"Are you insane?! I had nothin' to do with his death!"

JP neared the owner, motioning for him to sit back down. Unless he wanted things to unnecessarily escalate. Dwayne moves to stand by Alannah, precautionary measure. Whilst Florence hands the DI his files.

"Ya see, Tom. That's the problem with print evidence 'an text messages. They all led back 'tah you"

With that. He showed Forbes the printout of the heated text conversation between himself and Ben, followed by the partials they recovered from Ben's break-lines. No amount of smooth talking was going to get him out of this. Suddenly, Alannah exasperatedly inquired.

"So ya brought me back 'er for nothin'. Where's this "damnin' evidence" on me, then?!"

"Careful, now"

Dwayne forewarned her. Florence hands the DI an additional file. The one containing Alannah's prints recovered from the office.

"Thank ya, Florence"

She gives an impish smile.

"You're most welcome, sir"

"Evidence tamperin' 'an collaboration. You were in his office the night before the murder. Shreddin' documentation of ownership status to Ben. See? That's the problem with datin' 'ah DI, Alannah. There are no secr-"

No sooner was he about to finish delivering the verdict. It seemed another delivery was soon underway. "Sir!" Florence rushes over, placing a hand on his shoulder, concerned.

"Florence, call Siobhan, please. Baby's comin'!"