Whitney stood on the pavement and watched warily as Katy stormed up the steps and hammered on the front door of Number 1. The second it was answered, she was pushing her way inside and making her way into the living room, not waiting for Gray to say anything. He looked at her, clearly angry that she had just pushed her way into his house, but Katy didn't give him the chance to started talking before she rounded on him.

"Where's Tina?"

"I have no idea!"

"Don't give me that bullshit. I know you know where she is."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Gray told her bluntly, folding his arms and shrugging. "I think you should leave."

"I'm going nowhere until you tell me where she is." Katy shot back determinedly. "Shirley told me you said she'd left. So I want to know where she is?"

"I don't know."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!"

"Shirley said you told her and Mick that Tina had got on a plane. You know. So tell me where Tina is."

"I took her to the airport. I don't know where–"

"Which airport?"

"Katy, look, I really don't think you should be getting yourself involved in this, not in your condition. It's better if you just–"

"I'm pregnant, I don't have a condition." She snapped. "Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't be doing. You think it's better for me to leave this to other people? You? Fuck that." She stepped forward, her eyes flashing. "Where is Tina?"

"I don't know."

Katy laughed mirthlessly. "You know who I am, right? You know what my surname is?"

"I know that you're a silly little girl who plays at being someone just because she's got the Mitchell name." Gray snapped, stepping forwards and doing his best to intimidate her. He moved into her personal space, looking down at her and smirking slightly.

The blonde's anger surged, his behaviour only serving to make her more determined to find Tina. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Is that supposed to frighten me?"

"No." She admitted. "It's a warning." Katy's entire manner altered as she stepped backwards, moving to perch on the arm of the sofa with an air of complete and utter indifference to the man in front of her. "I can have people out looking for Tina… people that can find anyone. Tina's no criminal, she won't go to ground. If she's out there, we'll find her."

"And if you don't?" Gray demanded. "If Tina's better at staying undetected than you're giving her credit for?"

The blonde looked at him for a long moment, her expression hardening and her eyes flashing with fury. "If we don't find Tina then I'll know for definite that you are the liar I suspect that you are. I'll know that what she's told me about you is true."

"And what, exactly, has she told you?"

"That you killed Chantelle." Katy replied evenly. "That you intended to kill Mac and Mia." She stood up and walked towards him. "That you're a lying, cowardly, bullying murderer."

Gray's hands clenched into fists at his sides and his expression turned murderous. "Watch your mouth."

Katy snorted. "I'm not scared of you. In fact, if I find out that you've laid a single finger on Tina, you'll be the one who's disappearing."

"You should be careful what you say about people." He warned her in a low, dangerous voice. "For your sake… and the sake of your children."

"You're threatening my children now?" She laughed mirthlessly. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised, should I? A man who was going to kill his own children wouldn't think twice about threatening someone else's." She jabbed her index finger into his chest. "Bad move, Gray. If there's one thing that makes me act before I consider the consequences it's my children being in danger. And when I act before I consider the consequences, it never ends well for whoever's pissed me off."

"I'll look out for your big bad uncle knocking on my door, then." He retorted sarcastically.

Katy threw back her head and laughed. "That's hilarious. As if I'd get Phil to do my dirty work."

"Ben then."

"Ben?" She laughed again. "Bless him. No… I do my own dirty work. I'm not afraid of a bit of blood on my hands."

The threat hung heavily in the air between them. Gray's eyes narrowed and he lurched forwards in her direction. Katy stood her ground, not flinching as he approached, her arms remaining resolutely folded over her chest.

The front door banged open and seconds later Shirley appeared in the doorway. She looked between them with a scowl, taking in Gray's threatening demeanour and the slightly amused expression on Katy's face as she stared at him. The older blonde jangled her house keys slightly as she strode into the room, walking between them.

"What're you doing here?" She demanded, looking directly at the Mitchell.

"I wanna know where Tina is." Katy replied immediately. "He knows but he won't tell me and that makes me wonder what he's hiding."

"I keep telling you, I dropped her off at the airport. I don't know where she is."

"And I keep telling you that's bollocks and you're lying."

"Katy, leave it, alright." Shirley ordered her, sending the younger woman a warning look. "Tina's fine."

"What do you know?"

"I know my sister and I know she's fine."

"Have you heard from her? Shirley?"

The blonde sighed and handed over her mobile. Katy read the message quickly, furrowing her eyebrows at the words that suggested that Tina was admitting her guilt. She shook her head and pushed the phone back towards the older woman.

"Tina didn't write that."

"Katy, I know you want to believe that–" Gray started, before she cut him off.

"You, shut up!" She ordered, barely looking at him. "Shirley… you know that's not Tina. Why have I heard absolutely nothing form her? She would have let me know she was OK. You know that. Something's not right."

"Just… just get home, Katy, yeah." Shirley suggested, her eyes widening a little as she tried to convey some unspoken message that the younger woman didn't quite understand. "Leave this to us, alright?"

Clenching her jaw, Katy huffed and pushed past her into the hallway. She hesitated for a moment with her hand on the latch of the front door, trying to decipher what Shirley had been trying to tell her, before heading out onto the Square.

"Hey, Mitchell?"

Exhaling sharply, she paused as Peter jogged towards her. "What d'you want?"

"Dotty's throwing a party… it'll probably be a bit rubbish, but it could be a laugh. You up for it?"

Katy motioned towards her baby bump. "Do I look like I'm up for a house party?"

Peter grinned. "The Katy Mitchell I remember wouldn't have let that stop her."

"The Peter Beale I know wouldn't have forgotten he has a son." She retorted bluntly. "When did you speak to Louie last?"

He scowled at her, his good mood evaporating immediately. "Louie is fine with Lauren."

"Yeah? Spoken like a true Beale."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She rolled her eyes and started walking towards Bridge Street. "You're just as much of a spineless coward as your dad."

"I'm nothing like him."

"Yeah, you are, Peter." Katy replied without even looking at him. "You used to be a good guy… I don't recognise you anymore."

"Has Lauren said something?" Peter demanded, catching up with her and grabbing her arm.

"No, but when she's asking me for information about what you're up to it's pretty obvious you're avoiding her. I don't see what other reason there would be for her to be asking me how you are?"

He folded his arms defensively. "I sent money when they needed it."

"That's not really the point, is it, Peter." Katy softened her tone a little. "You know why we all liked you so much more than Lucy when we were kids? It's because you were a genuinely nice guy. You were sweet and kind and we just enjoyed being around you. We felt like you were interested in us and that you actually cared about us. You weren't like Tyler or Joey or Ryan… or any of the other guys that we lost our heads over and then regretted and couldn't even stand being near." She shook her head. "I don't know you anymore."

"Good guys get walked over."

Katy snorted, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "No they don't. That's just what guys like you tell themselves to justify trying to be something they're not."

She turned and strode away, leaving him staring after her as she made her way towards R&R. It was busy, but not uncomfortably so. Pausing beside the bar, Katy checked everything was running smoothly, before heading upstairs to her office. She paused, watching Kathy laughing at something a punter had told her in the top bar, before motioning towards the office door and letting herself inside.

"Everything alright?" The older woman asked, closing the door and leaning against it, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah… I was gonna ask you the same question."

"Me?"

"Yeah. How's Ian?"

Kathy's face clouded immediately. "Don't get me started."

"And Peter?"

"Peter?"

"Yeah, Peter. Your grandson?"

"He's fine." Kathy shrugged, almost defensively. "Why would you ask?"

"Lauren told me he hasn't spoken to her since the fire. I don't recognise him, Kath. He was a really good mate… I don't think I like who he is anymore."

The older woman's jaw clenched and she frowned at her business partner. "I think you've probably got enough going on in your own life without worrying about my family, too."