Sid closed the door to his office, and watched as the officer made himself comfortable in the seat across from his desk.

"So, what can I do ya for?"

"Like I said," started Luis, "I want to talk to you about someone I think you know."

"Yeah? And who's that?"

"His name is Johnny Spencer, and I believe he owns this gym."

"Johnny! Well sure, I know him, he's my boss."

"Good. Rumour has it he runs illegal boxing matches somewhere in Harmony. Now you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Sid paused and thought for a moment. He knew about it all right. In fact, he was an intricate part in making sure everything ran smoothly. No cops, and no funny business. Johnny had always told him he'd better keep his big mouth shut; especially if he ever wanted to use it again.

"Sorry officer. I don't know what yer talkin' about. Now if you'll excuse me," he said, standing up, "I have to drive one of my students home."

Luis stood up and examined the calm and collected Sid. There was something about him... something off. He was lying; there was just no way to prove it.

"All right. If you find out, or remember anything, give me a call. Here's my card."

Sid smiled patiently as he took the card from Luis' hand. "Got it. I'll definitely give you a ring if I think of anythingIt was nice talkin' to ya."

"Right. Goodnight."

"Night officer."

Sid eyed Luis cautiously as he walked out of the office. He quickly tore up the card and threw it in the garbage. 'How the hell did he find out about-- I gotta let Johnny know,' he thought, and picked up the phone to start dialing.

Kay's brush made it's way swiftly through her hair before she was finally satisfied with the end result. She threw it in her bag, and casually zipped it up. Walking in front of the mirror, she scanned her face, giving it a once over. Her eye was undetectable. All she could make out was a giant black and blue bruise with a small slit situated somewhere in the middle.

"How am I ever gonna get myself out of this one?" She sighed heavily as she began to walk up the stairs. She smiled as Sid rushed over to her, car keys in hand.

"Listen kid, something came up. I can't drive you home."

"Oh. Well, that's okay. I can just walk I guess."

"Nah. There ain't know way I'm gonna let you walk home in a neighbourhood like this. Take my car," he smiled. He placed the keys to his red Porsche in her hand.

"What? You're letting me drive your car?"

The old man cringed at the thought of someone else behind the wheel of his baby. No one drove it but him. A subtle smirk reluctantly crept over his face as he watched her fill with excitement. "You earned it. Besides, I'll be seeing it again tomorrow morning. I expect you here around nine, got it?"

"Got it Sid. Thanks."

"No problem kid. Now hurry up and get home."

"All right. See ya tomorrow. And thanks again!"

"Drive safe!" he yelled after her. The last thing he needed was for his top fighter to be in an accident. Especially in his car.

The red Porsche safely pulled into the Bennett's garage, and Kay slowly made her way through the back door. It was almost one, and the lights were still on when she walked into the kitchen to find Miguel, Charity and Jessica all sitting around the table, admiring a picture that lay in between them.

"Hi Kay," greeted Miguel.

"Oh, hey Miguel," she replied, turning around to face the door. She threw her coat on a chair in the laundry room and bolted towards the stairs, avoiding eye contact.

"Kay, what do you think about this?" questioned Charity.

"About what?" she asked from halfway up the stairs.

"About this picture we found from the internet."

"Charity, I'm really tired right now. I'll just look at it when I get home tomorrow, okay?"

Jessica rolled her eyes. "You know Kay, you've been going out a lot these past few months. What are you up to?"

"Do I always have to be up to something Jessica? Maybe it's none of your business."

"Whatever."

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Good night Kay," Charity's sugar coated voice floated up the stairs. Once she was gone, the surprised blonde turned back to her friends. "Did you guys notice Kay's face?"

"No," Miguel replied. "I didn't notice anything. Did you Jess?"

"No, nothing. Why? Charity, what did you see?"

"It... It was probably just a shadow or something. Forget about it."

After a quick bite to eat, Kay drove herself back to the gym for another day of training. She'd gotten as much sleep as she possibly could, and her anticipation to get back in the ring was already building. She changed into her usual red boxers and black tank top, put her hair in a high pony tail, and did a few warm ups. Skipping was always her favourite. It got her heart rate going, and unlike jumping jacks, it was an actual challenge. She waited for Sid to arrive.

About ten minutes later she heard the door chime, and turned to see her coach arriving late.

"All right kid! Let's get this show on the road! Did you do any warm ups?"

"All of them," she replied smugly. "You know, maybe if you actually got here on time, you would have seen-"

"Well that's too bad, cuz I had somewhere else to go first. Do em' again, and I don't wanna hear any arguments."

She was about to protest, but the look on the old man's face told her that it wouldn't do any good. She groaned inwardly as she watched him throw his gym bag on the floor, and trudge into the office to retrieve his schedule for the day.

9:20-9:51:

"Come on! You can do better than that! My dead grandmother can do more push-ups than you!"

10:00-10:15:

"Let's go! This treadmill isn't gonna run itself you know! FASTER!"

10:23-10:55:

"PUNCH HARDER! The bag doesn't have feelings Kay- KILL IT!"

11:05-12:00:

"Okay. Whenever someone tries to punch at you from the left, you always get sidetracked. Let's do it again..."

12:02:

"All right, that's enough. Take a break, and eat some lunch," Sid wheezed. "You're gonna kill me one day kid."

"Not if you kill me first," she replied, falling backwards onto the mat. "I'm so hungry I could eat an elephant."

Slowly she sat up and let Sid untie her gloves. She walked over to the vending machine and bought a sandwich. After it was unwrapped, she lazily plopped down onto a nearby couch to watch some of the guys work out. This was going to be a long day.

"Hey Luis," said Sam as he sat down at his desk. He smiled at his friend across the room.

"Hi Sam. How was your lunch date with Grace?"

"It was great. We went to this new sidewalk cafe, and then we took a stroll through the park."

"Yeah, Sheridan and I go to the park all the time. There's this one bench near the pond that she loves to relax on."

"That's great Luis," Sam smiled. He was glad Luis had finally found someone special in his life. For far too long he'd neglected his own needs, and put his family ahead of everything else. But now that he and Sheridan had discovered the love in their hearts, he couldn't have been happier. "So how'd it go last night? Sorry I had to stick you with the late shift."

"It was no problem Sam, really. It went okay. I talked to this guy who said Spencer was his boss. When I asked him about the matches, he went into the 'I don't know nothing' mode."

"You buy it?"

"Not a chance. He's definitely hiding something. I just don't think he was intimidated enough to say anything. You know, I bet if you paid him a visit, he just might crack."

"You really think so?"

"Yes! Sam, Johnny Spencer has been a thorn in our side for far too long. We know he runs the illegal boxing ring in Harmony, and it needs to stop before he corrupts our town any further."

A sigh escaped the mouth of the police chief. He knew Luis was right. Spencer had to be stopped before he did anymore damage to the newly rediscovered nightlife of Harmony. It was Sam's job to prevent illegal happenings in this town, and that wasn't going to happen unless he put Johnny Spencer behind bars.

"Barbaric," Luis' voice pulled Sam back to the conversation at hand.

"What's that?"

"I said it's barbaric," repeated Luis who was looking at a file on his desk. "People will do anything for a little money won't they? The Combative Sports Act provides certain safeguards for boxing participants. They need to have physicals, and the presence of ringside physicians is a must. Johnny Spencer doesn't follow any of these laws. He serves alcohol to minors, and doesn't hesitate to get rid of people who stand in his way. We need to find something to shut him down Sam!"

"All right Luis, take it easy. Spencer will slip up sooner or later. And when he does, we'll nail him. In the mean time, I think I'll take your suggestion and pay that man at the gym a little visit."

12:45:

"Tight enough?"

"Yup," Kay replied, as she tried to wiggle her hand around. "Perfect. Now do the other one."

Sid slipped Kay's left glove on and began to lace it up. He watched carefully behind her back as a police cruiser pulled up outside.A man walked in wearing the same uniform as the cop he'd talked to last night.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Sid Malone?"

Kay's eyes widened at the sound of her father's voice coming from behind her. She started to breathe faster, and her heart rate began to climb rapidly.

"That's me. Listen, I already answered questions from that other guy," he stated, continuing on as if nothing was even happening.

"I know that. But now I have a few questions to ask you." He tapped Kay on the shoulder, but she didn't move. "Miss? Do you mind giving us a moment alone?"

She shook her head no, and ran off, her back still facing him. Once they were alone, Sam didn't hesitate to tell Sid exactly what was going on.

"Listen pal, I have a few questions, and I'm not leaving until you or someone else around here answers them. Understand?"

"I'll answer them if I can, Chief... Bennett?"