While Will's house was being searched, Vivian sat down with Will to talk to him.

'When was the last time you saw Melissa?' Vivian asked.

Will smiled. 'Going up to that cottage was just an excuse to spend a few days with me. I went up there on Wednesday evening. It was amazing. I've not felt so alive since being with Sandy. Since her death, my life has been revolving around money and my own little empire. Suddenly I'd found something else to live for.

But everything fell part on Thursday evening, when Paul turned up. He must have wanted to drop in on Melissa on the way to wherever he was going. Well, he walked in on us in bed. He got really angry, started shouting his head off at Melissa. I wanted to stay, to be honest I would have liked to get into an argument with Paul, or even better, I wanted to tell him Melissa was leaving home to be with me. But Melissa told me to go, and so I did. That was the last time I saw her.'

Vivian was frowning. 'So Paul was the last person to see Melissa?'

'I guess so,' Will said. 'Didn't he tell you? I figured that was how you knew about Melissa and I?'

'No, no it wasn't,' Vivian said, getting to her feet. 'Please excuse me Mr. Holmes, I have to go.'

Vivian went and found Danny.

'I've got to get back to the office,' she told him.

'What's going on?' Danny frowned.

'I don't have time to explain,' Vivian said. 'You stay, finish searching. I just hope I'm wrong.'

Sam and Martin were researching in the office. Sam was looking at the timeline they had constructed, hoping for some sudden flash of inspiration.

Martin sighed. 'I need a break. Do you want a coffee?'

'Sure, thanks,' Sam said, smiling at him. 'That would be good.'

'I think I'll have a muffin with that,' Martin mused. 'Do you want one?'

'No thanks,' Sam said, turning her attention back to the timeline.

'Back in a minute,' Martin said.

Sam was so engrossed in thought, she didn't hear someone come up behind her.

'Getting anywhere?' a deep voice asked behind her.

Sam spun round. It was Jack.

'Oh,' she said startled. 'No...not really.'

'This case is a tough one,' Jack sighed. He looked up at the picture of Melissa. 'She looks like how I would have pictured you at that age. Fresh. Beautiful.'

'Jack,' Sam said hesitantly. She looked up at him. Those dark eyes, which she tried so hard to avoid. Jack said everything through his eyes. His sorrow for all the bad things that happened in the world and his regret that he couldn't change them. And Sam couldn't deny the love she saw for her in those eyes.

Sam suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat as he looked at her. She didn't want him to speak, for it would ruin the moment. She wanted him to hold her, and yet there was something holding him back. Something more than his wife, something more than their professional restraints. It was like Jack wanted to preserve their relationship, wanted to keep it pure. But Sam wanted more. She wanted to kiss him. She moved closer, so she could feel his breath on her cheek.

'Sam...' he said softly in protest. Her eyes hushed him. She was going to do it, make the dreams that haunted her come true.

'Jack!' Vivian exclaimed as she rushed in.

Jack turned from Sam, and moved from her, trying to pretend that nothing had just happened, or at least, it hadn't been on the brink of happening.

'What is it Vivian?' he asked.

'I was talking to Will Holmes, and he told me the last time he saw Melissa. It was at the cottage. They were in bed together when Paul Richmond turned up. He got angry and Will left. He said he hadn't mentioned it because he thought Paul had told us, and that's how we knew about their relationship.'

'That means Paul Richmond was the last person to see Melissa alive! And he lied to us!' Jack exclaimed. 'We've got to get over there.'

Martin was whistling as he walked back to the office, holding two coffee's and a double chocolate muffin which he couldn't wait to eat. He looked around. Sam was gone. Jack wasn't in his office.

'Where is everyone?' he asked aloud. Only the silence of the empty room answered him.

Jack knocked on the door of the Richmond's house, Vivian and Sam on either side of him. Joanne Richmond answered the door. She looked as glamorous as ever.

'Agent Malone,' she said. 'Have you found my daughter?'

'I'm sorry,' Jack shook his head. 'Is your husband around?'

Joanne shook her head, looking deflated that it hadn't been good news. 'He's at his car dealership. You can wait if you want, he won't be back for a while.'

'If you can give me the address, I might go over there,' Jack said.

'Right,' Joanne said, going to get a card.

'Sam, I think you should stay here and explain everything to Mrs. Richmond,' Jack said.

'But I want to go,' Sam protested.

'I'll stay if you like,' Vivian offered. 'I spoke to Alice and Will, I might be able to explain it better.'

'Fine,' Jack said, having no reason to argue.

Joanne was back a moment later with the address.

'Here,' she said, handing it to Jack.

'Thank you Mrs. Richmond,' Jack said.

'There's a few things you should know about,' Vivian said, as Jack and Sam walked away. 'Can I come in?'