A/N: And back, by popular demand, is 'Sun Hill's DI'! Threats will get you everywhere.

Pandemonium. In a police station. It was ironic really that a crowd of thirty or forty coppers didn't try to catch the culprit, just shouted and screamed.

The gunman had done a runner of course, but still nobody dared to approach the lifeless body on the middle of the room. The being of authority known as Gina Gold was the first to take control; 'Get an ambulance. Now!'

Sam shuddered. 'It's too late.'

'He might not be,' Honey said hopefully.

Jim stepped forward holding June tight. 'No, he's...'

'He's dead,' Sam finished.


Tony faded effortlessly into the wall felling slightly nauseous at this... sight in front of him, Just because you hated a man didn't mean you were content to see him covered in his own blood. That would be cruel. So why didn't he feel anything?


There was one thing Jim cared about and it wasn't the dead body right in front of him. June was a copper, well-versed in dead people and all the associations, yet she was shaking like a leaf. What could he say?

'June,' he whispered. 'Do you want to go home?'

'We can't, we've got to give our statements.'

'I'm sure they can wait,' he pressed.

'I'm fine!' she snapped.

He pulled he further away from the crowd. 'No, you're not.'

'Stop telling me what I feel!'


Sam watched the happy couple fall apart as June ran out of the room leaving Jim looking helpless and uncomfortable.

Even from the dead Manson was causing trouble.

The room was still full of off-duty coppers, a set of on-duty officers taking statements and a couple of forensics taking samples. It was the silly procedure that meant the body couldn't be moved until everything had been tested.

'Sam, you okay?'

'Hmm?'

'You look pretty shaken up,' Eva commented.

'Do I?'

'You were closest to the killer.'

'Don't remind me.'

'Wonder who'd do this though,' Eva went on. 'Then again, hardly a small list.'

'You don't think it was someone from here?' Sam asked.

'Course not!' Eva scoffed then rethought. 'Like who?'

'No here would...' Sam trailed off taking a look around. 'It's probably an old case or something, that's the price of being a copper.'

'Some price,' Eva remarked. 'Has the Super been called?'

'On his way, I think,' Sam answered. 'It's Jim and June I feel sorry for.'

'Yeah, not the thing you want to interrupt your engagement party,' Eva agreed.

'You given your statement?'

'Yep. You?'

'No,' Sam lied. 'I think I'll track someone down.'

'Take care, Sam,' Eva said.

'Course.'

Eva drifted off while Sam looking around, trying to find someone who could know something. Ha! Like who exactly? It wasn't as though there was a murderer in their midst.

But still... the gunman had been precise with his shots, didn't really make a scene. It could point to a very detailed plan and that might be something criminals couldn't stand. And that was discriminating against the criminals.

Why was she thinking of that at a time like this?

The simple answer being that she was feeling guilty. Manson was lying dead, a woman had lost her husband, children had lost their father and Sam had been one person pursuing his downfall. But not this downfall.

Oh, could she honestly say she hadn't wished him dead? Straight after Abi's shooting hadn't she hated him so much it was consuming her? It had consumed her.

A man had died because of her, because of himself too, but she was justified. Surely she was?

It was undebatable. She had to find this killer.