A/N: So, any suspects?
'How's June holding up?' Tony asked when he bumped into Jim early the next day.
'No idea,' he sighed. 'She won't answer my calls, she hasn't reported for duty yet.'
'I think I know where you can find her,' Tony said thoughtfully.
'Tell me,' Jim implored.
'When you broke up the first time around,' Tony explained. 'June went a little crazy. One night I found her at the canal staring out there. 'She said it helped her think.'
'Cheers, Tone.'
'You want to be in on this investigation?' Adam Okaro repeated.
'Is that a problem, Sir?'
'We've got a minimum amount of time before MIT swoop in, I'd like officers that are dedicated to the cause.'
Sam took offence to this. 'I'm a professional, Sir. I'd like the chance to prove it.'
'Fine,' Adam relented. 'Go with Jack.'
'Sir.'
'How did you know I was here?' June asked without turning round.
Jim leaned over the railing looking as far as he could into the murky depths. 'Tony said something.'
'Should've known.'
'He was only trying to help.'
'Any news on the killer?'
'Everyone's a suspect. 'Heard Jack Meadows talking to the Super earlier, they're just amazed nobody caught him.'
'Why didn't somebody?'
He was at a loss on this one. Deep down he knew why he hadn't , probably the same reason that Tony hadn't made a move or why Eva hadn't stepped in.
Hate.
Anybody else in that room would've been backed up, there'd have been no shortage of people to dive in front of the bullet if it had been directed at Inspector Gold, Sam Nixon or even new girl Andrea. But Manson wasn't just disliked, he was physically hated by a large majority.
'How can a man be so minimal that no one tries to save his life?' June asked following his silence.
'It wasn't that,' Jim struggled. 'No one was gonna risk their own life for him.'
'The people round here are more shallow than I thought they were,' June said bitterly.
'You didn't like the man,' Jim pointed out.
'I didn't do anything because I didn't see it!'
'June, I wasn't blaming you!'
'Someone should've done something.'
'Well, they didn't,' he muttered. 'And I didn't. The only thing I thought when I heard those shots was if you were alright.'
'I wonder how his wife feels this morning.'
Jim tried to imagine. 'I don't even wanna think about that.'
'And what about when she finds out the truth? That none of his colleagues made an effort to stop the gunman?'
'Don't suppose it'll matter much. Us making amends won't change the past.'
'I think it'd help!'
He put his hand over hers. 'What's really wrong, June?'
'All this!'
'No, what's really wrong?'
Her hand tightened on the rail. 'Last night was supposed to be a new beginning for me, for us. Instead we end up with a dead body and maybe...'
'Maybe what?'
'What if it's a bad omen?'
'Thought you didn't believe in all that stuff,' he said diplomatically.
'Honey talks about it all the time.'
'Since when do you take Honey's word as law?'
'I don't want to lose you, Jim.'
'There's nothing to say you will.'
'I did before.'
'That was stupidness, I was mad! You know that as well as I do.'
'Do I?'
He squeezed her hand. 'Yeah, you do.'
'Okay,' Jack put down his office phone. 'We've got the details on the bullet and apparently the gun matches one found on the Jasmine Allen estate last week. We need to talk to the man behind that.'
'Who is?' Sam questioned.
'Some chancer called Martin Lomax, he's on remand.'
'Yeah, I nicked him a few months ago,' she nodded. 'Alleged possession of a firearm, didn't have anything though.'
'He obviously got careless,' Jack said. 'Barton Street picked him up after he shot his brother.'
'Nice,' she commented.
'Yeah, let's go.'
