Natalie folded her arms as she listened to the Prison Guvnor explain all the reasons why Jimmy Morris could not have been involved in the murder of his son. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched the balding man seem to shrink in front of her.

"So?" Joe paused. "There has never been anyone in this prison who has smuggled in a mobile phone. Really?"

"No." He glared at him. "Not while I have been in charge."

"Marcus." Natalie raised her eyes, returning his glare. "Don't talk such bullshit. You know as well as everyone else is that there's as many drugs and mobile phones in this nick as there is in the real world. You and your officers just can't remove them all. Now I want to talk to Jimmy Morris and you are going to provide my team with the visitors log for him for the last six months."

"Well." He paused. "That won't take long."

"Really?"

"He's had one visitor every fortnight since Christmas week."

"And?" Joe glanced at Natalie.

"His brother. Maxwell Morris."

"You're certain?"

"Yes." Natalie nodded as she got to her feet. "Let us talk to him then."

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Joy stared at the report in her hand. She knew the lab results were right, she knew her postmortem examination was sound, but something felt wrong. She had no idea what but the whole idea of the young man in her Mortuary had been murdered by one person made her feel uneasy. Yes, he had fallen to his death. Yes, he was probably pushed but she couldn't shake the idea that she couldn't shake the feeling more than one person was involved. Sighing she picked up the phone next to her.

"Ronnie? Any chance you can pop over to my office today?"

"Yeah, course luv. What's up?"

"The tox reports on Danny Morris. He should have been dead when he went through the window. I know I said there was no illegal substances on board, and he wasn't drunk. But there's something I can't account for."

"You losing your touch?"

"Maybe."

"I was joking." Ronnie paused as he reached the car. "I know you ain't missed anything. I know that."

"I know." She sighed. "I know you aren't having a dig this time. Danny was ill. I am sure of it. Whoever killed him, whoever it was killed a dying man."

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The walk back to the car was in almost silence as Joe dug the car keys out of his pocket. He genuinely liked everyone on his team, knew they were all good coppers but having sat in on the interview with Natalie and Jimmy Morris he couldn't help but feel sick. He had no idea about half of what had happened before he had joined them.

"Guv?"

"Yeah." Natalie sighed as she got into the car.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, luv." She smiled sadly as he watched her. The last thing she needed was her junior officer thinking she was upset by seeing the man they had interviewed. In reality just being in the same building as Jimmy Morris had made her feel physically sick. Joe nodded, starting the engine before driving back to the station. He knew there was no way Natalie was going to admit that she was upset but he hoped she was going to be able to talk to Ronnie. He knew she needed to talk to someone, he just hoped she realised she needed to.

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"Max Morris, aged 56." Angie walked through the office towards the white board that had been set up at the end of the room. "Married to Isabelle Jane Morris for thirty years. Criminal record since the age of 18. Mostly petty stuff. Benefit fraud, car theft, drunk and disorderly."

"Not quite the record his brother has."

"No." Angie sighed as Matt walked in. "But he falls off the radar when Jimmy goes to prison. No more trouble with the police. No more benefit claims."

"Until?"

"This, until Danny dies." Angie sighed. "For some reason he was using Danny's name to rent the apartment. Looks like Danny found out and wasn't very happy about it."

"I wouldn't be either." Sam ready the board. "I dunno. It just seems weird that Max was using his nephew's name. Danny was working on the Oil Rigs for years so there was a decent paper trail. It's not like he was someone the tax man or the authorities would not have on their radar."

"Maybe he didn't think his nephew would ever find out."

"But he did."

"We need to find Max Morris." Matt sighed, "And before any of his old friends do."

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Natalie lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as she heard Ronnie snore quietly next to her. She knew she was being ridiculous. She knew there was a chance Joe was right, but she knew there was no way of finding out until they had arrested Max Morris. The idea he was still out there somewhere but the team were working on every lead they could. The interview from earlier in the day kept running through her mind.

"Nat?"

"I thought you were asleep." She turned to see him watching her. Ronnie smiled slightly.

"I was."

"I didn't mean to wake you up." She paused. Ronnie reached out, running a finger along her face.

"It's ok. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Nat."

"Just thinking." She sighed as he raised an eyebrow.

"I know." He smiled. "I heard."

"Ronnie."

"Talk to me." He kissed her hand as her eyes closed.

"He's doing it again."

"What?"

"Getting in here." She touched her temple. "I keep thinking about the stabbing. About Matt being hurt. I can't help but think that he is out for revenge. That his brother murdering his brother."

"We don't know that."

"Bit of a bloody coincidence if its not 'im." Natalie paused.

"You know what James and Jake would say." He sighed as she looked away for a moment. "Sorry, go on."

"He's out for revenge. I know he is. He blamed Danny for giving evidence at the trial. Us for putting him inside. He's using his brother, how I don't know. But I know why." She closed her eyes as Ronnie held her a little closer, praying that she was wrong.