Katy took the children to school on Monday morning, before asking to see the headmaster. She apologised for her behaviour on Friday, saying that it had been a complete misunderstanding. She told him that her cousin's boyfriend had tried to help by picking Ruby up, but had unfortunately forgotten to tell anyone. The headmaster had looked dubious, but accepted her apology without any more questions. As Ruby was back in school and perfectly happy, he was willing to say no more about it; especially after the Amy incident the week before.

Leaving Walford Primary, Katy headed to the R&R for the first time since she'd found her daughter, knowing that she would probably have to phone her accountant and deal with that particular problem. Jeff, however, had nothing new to tell her about the situation. Apart from telling her that the account the money had come from was in a Spanish bank, he couldn't give her any more information.

On hearing the name of the bank, Katy had come to the conclusion that it was one of the accounts her mother and Roxy had set up when they were considering buying another business in Ibiza. The fact that the money had appeared in her bank account, however, was something that was puzzling her. She hadn't been in contact with the Belans since she'd left Ibiza and they were the only people who could possibly have completed the transaction. Katy knew that her mother and aunt had trusted Carlos enough to allow him access to their account in order to carry out any business that needed completing in their absence.

It took her a couple of days to pluck up the courage, but Katy finally decided that she needed to know, one way or another. She picked up her mobile and found the man's number. Only hesitating for a moment or two, she pressed the button and held the handset to her ear. The international dialling tone met her and she chewed her lip, waiting nervously for a voice on the other end.

"Hola?"

"Hola, Carlos. Es Katy Mitchell. ¿Cómo estás?"

"Katy!" The man sounded genuinely pleased to hear from her. "It's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm good, Carlos, thanks." She smiled. The sound of his voice reminded her of happier times. "I've got a bit of a strange question for you."

Carlos laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time. How can I help?"

"A sum of money was deposited into the bank account of my newly opened bar, here in Walford. I think it's come from Mum and Aunty Rox's Ibiza account… would you know anything about it?"

There was an odd silence for a moment, before the man cleared his throat. "I believe they set up a contingency plan for their account here, should anything happen to them. I cannot tell you how that money ended up in your business' account. Perhaps Ritchie Scott would have some idea?"

"Mmmm…" Katy wasn't entirely convinced by his explanation, but she guessed that she wouldn't get anything more from him. "How's Daniel? How're your other kids?"

"They're well, thank you." Carlos was clearly much happier on the new topic of conversation. The enthusiasm shone through in his tone. "I have seventeen grandchildren, now."

Katy almost swore down the phone, quickly recovering and letting out a surprised laugh instead. The idea that Sophie and Jessica had seventeen cousins was mind-blowing. "Wow, congratulations. I bet you're busy."

"I am. Daniel's getting married in the summer."

"That's great… tell him congratulations from me."

"I will." He promised. "I'd better go. It was good to speak to you, Katy."

"Yeah, you too. Adios."

Katy hung up, still not entirely convinced that he had been telling her the whole truth. She could believe that Ronnie and Roxy had thought about what would happen to the money in their account if anything were to happen to them, but she didn't believe for a second that it had magically found its way to the R&R account. There was no way that was possible. She doubted that Ritchie Scott would be able to spill any light on the matter, either.

A light knock on the office door drew her out of her thoughts and she glanced up. She smiled warmly as Whitney appeared in the gap, ignoring the questioning look on her face as she moved more fully into the office.

"You're quiet this morning. You alright?" Whitney asked, tilting her head and assessing her best friend closely. "Something happened?"

"Tired, that's all." Katy told her, forcing herself to smile. "And, you know, not looking forward to Aunty Peg's anniversary."

"You gonna take flowers to the grave?"

Katy shrugged. "I guess so. Might do summit here, too. Two for one drinks in her honour or something. She'd have approved of that."

"Yeah, she would."

"I know it's tomorrow, but I'm sure Ruby can sort something quick by then."

"Yeah…"

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing." Whitney smiled, doing her best to appear innocent, but Katy wasn't fooled for a second.

"Come on, tell me? I'm supposed to be your best mate, ain't I?"

"It's just… I saw Amy on Bridge Street with Mel the other day."

Katy frowned, sitting up straighter in her chair. "What? Why?"

"I dunno. I thought it was weird which is why I'm telling you."

"When did you see them?"

"The day before yesterday, maybe?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was a bit distracted by Callum's medical for the army."

"Oh, yeah, right…"

Katy furrowed her eyebrows as she considered what Whitney had said. She was still deep in thought when her friend asked a question, totally missing what the younger woman had said. When Whitney asked again, she almost jumped.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Katy shrugged. "What did you say?"

"I just asked whether you've found out what the accountant wanted yet?"

"Oh, that… yeah, it was nothing." The blonde dismissed it with a shrug. "So, can you do me a favour and ask Ruby about a promotion here tomorrow?"

Whitney shook her head. "Nah, babe, sorry. I've gotta go. I said I'd cover a shift for Shirley at the Vic."

"Oh, right, OK…" Katy smiled and nodded. "No problem. I'll call her now."

She looked down, busying herself with something on her laptop until Whitney left. Once the door closed, Katy leant back in her chair and chewed her lip, thinking hard. She didn't really want to speak to her events manager, let alone think about the reason she needed to in the first place. Instead, she opened up the family chat and sent a message inviting everyone to the bar the following day for drinks in Peggy's honour.

Glenda watched as Katy excused herself from the family gathering at the bar and disappeared into her office. No one else seemed to have noticed her vanishing, too caught up in reminiscing about Peggy to be aware of the blonde heading up the stairs.

Excusing herself, rolling her eyes as no one even acknowledged her words, the older woman hurried after her granddaughter. Katy was frowning at the screen of her computer, typing furiously without even glancing at the keyboard.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Katy glanced up guiltily, apparently startled at her sudden presence in the room. "Nothing."

"So… what's with the face, then?"

"What face? This is just my face."

Glenda rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. I know when something's bothering you."

"Just… business stuff, OK?" Her granddaughter tried to placate her. "The bar's not doing so great… I'm hoping it'll pick up as we go into the summer. I'm gonna get Ruby onto some promotions to bring people in and I've been chatting to Tina about maybe doing some LGBT nights. She was saying that there isn't anything around here and so I thought, why not."

Watching her closely for a moment, Glenda shook her head. "That's not it. Something's happened; something that's got you worried."

"I promise you, nothing's happened." Katy lied, shaking her head firmly. "Look… I need to get on, Gran. I've got stuff to sort."

"Darling, listen–"

"Please, Gran."

Sighing dramatically, the older woman nodded. She walked towards the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. "Dinner's at six, alright?"

"I'll be there." Katy promised, smiling weakly at her.

"Make sure you are."

The tone of her voice left her granddaughter in no doubt that if she wasn't home by six Glenda would come looking for her. She watched the older woman leave, before putting her head in her hands and exhaling sharply.

The email in front of her required her attention, however, so she composed herself and re-read it quickly. Ritchie Scott hadn't been able to tell her anything much about the account the money she'd received had come from, other than the fact that her hunch was correct and it had belonged to her mum and aunt. The solicitor hadn't been able to get much sense out of the bank, let alone anyone else.

Ritchie had then advised Katy to leave the money in a separate account and not even think about touching it at all until they worked out what to do for the best. Her questions about whether there was anything she should know about had set the young woman on edge and she had forced her actions at the crusher yard to the back of her mind, wary about something coming to light.

Finishing the email, informing her accountant of her intentions regarding he money, Katy picked up her phone and shook her head in amusement at the notifications for the conversation thread on the screen. Tina was incredibly excited at the prospect of a gay bar on the Square and taking her role as consultant incredibly seriously. Ever since they'd started discussing the possibility of doing something, she had been inundating Katy with ideas and suggestions.

Laughing out loud at her latest, totally ridiculous, suggestion for a name (Rough and Ready at the R&R), Katy shook her head and locked the screen without replying. She hadn't been lying when she'd told Glenda that business was tough. After the initial surge of interest in the bar, takings had been consistently down for the past few weeks. With everything else that was going on, Katy's eye hadn't been on the ball and now she was worried that she was about to fail. She couldn't bear the thought of having to shut the bar, not to mention facing everyone if her business folded.

Her mobile vibrated against her desk, making her jump and bringing her out of her reverie. Reading the message from Tyler, telling her he needed to speak to her, Katy rolled her eyes and locked it again. She had far too much to think about without her ex-boyfriend adding to her problems.

Seeing that it was almost six, Katy locked her computer and headed out of the office. She was relieved to see that most of her family had dispersed, telling the bar staff that she'd be back in an hour or so. Glenda beamed at her as she let herself into the flat, not saying anything as Sophie and Matthew immediately threw themselves at her, asking whether they could go to the park with Jack the following day.

Katy shrugged, dropping into her seat at the table and agreeing. She smiled up at her grandmother as she placed a plate of lasagne in front of her, not realising how hungry she had been until that moment. They ate quickly, talking and laughing loudly. Katy watched them fondly, leaning back in her chair and simply surveying them. Glenda eyed her granddaughter over her wine glass, still not convinced by her explanation of her strange mood.

"Gran, stop it." Katy warned her, keeping her tone light so that the children didn't pick up on anything.

"Stop what, my darling?" Glenda replied innocently.

"You know what."

"What's going on?" Ruby demanded, looking between them.

"Absolutely nothing, sweetie." Katy promised her. "Are you looking forward to half term?"

"Yeah." The seven-year-old nodded, already having forgotten the tension. "But I'm worried."

"About what?"

"We still don't know what the school play is."

Katy laughed at her daughter's concern. Ruby had been talking about the play for weeks, although she knew that the speaking parts would all be going to the older children. If she was lucky she'd have a group part – a shopper or crowd member – but more likely she'd just be in the chorus. Amy had wound her niece up by announcing that her teacher had promised that she could have a proper part this year, even though she was only in year five.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart." Katy told her calmly. "You'll be amazing, whatever you are."

"Will you come and see it?"

"Of course I will." Her mother promised.

"You won't be working?"

"I'll take time off especially."

"And I'll make sure she does." Glenda announced, raising her wine glass in Ruby's direction in some sort of salute.

Apparently convinced, the seven-year-old nodded approvingly and returned her attention back to her dinner. Katy narrowed her eyes at her grandmother, irritated further when Glenda simply smiled smugly and took a sip of her wine.