Hawke stood up and chucked the polystyrene cup in the trash as Dom came through from the interview rooms.

'You done?' Hawke asked taking in the tiredness that had deepened the lines on Dom's craggy face and the stiff way the other man was walking.

'Yeah.' Dom rubbed his back.

'You OK?' Hawke asked.

'Just my back playing up.' Dom shook his head. 'I'm getting too old for this, String.'

Hawke rubbed his own ribs a little ruefully. 'Me too.'

'Make that me three.' Michael said as he limped over. His good eye met Dom's. 'Kelly told me they were finished with you.'

'They sure went through it with a fine toothcomb.' Dom said.

'Are they having any luck cracking Muldrow?' Hawke asked.

'They were still at it.' Michael collapsed into a chair and rubbed his bad knee. It was still recovering after surgery to realign a pin.

Dom laughed and sat down beside the spy. 'Will you look at the three of us?' He shook his head. 'It's just as well Caitlin isn't here otherwise we'd all be getting hauled to the hospital for first aid treatment.'

'Where is she?' Michael asked. 'I thought she would have joined us after she'd taken the Lady back.'

Hawke retook his seat and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. 'Airwolf's starter system was playing up. I left her fixing it back at the park.' His unhappiness at leaving his wife seeped through the impassive tone.

'Maybe we should give her a call, huh?' Dom said. 'See how she's getting on?'

'Or we could head back.' Hawke said glancing at the clock.

'I guess there's nothing keeping us here.' Dom said cheerily.

They stood up in unison and were about to take toward the door when Detective Marin walked through it. There was a furious scowl on his face and when he caught sight of the three men his face went red. He marched over to them.

'I'm going to see all of you are brought up on charges.' He spat out.

Michael withdrew a handkerchief and dabbed at the ball of spittle that had landed on the bright white lapel of his suit. 'On what grounds?' He asked mildly.

'Obstructing a police investigation.' Marin said forcefully. 'Your little entrapment act with the FBI won't stop me from pursuing my investigation.'

'Why you…'

Dom caught hold of Hawke's arm. 'Ignore him, kid.'

'Your wife is guilty and I will prove it.' The detective yelled.

'You're an idiot, Marin.' Hawke bit out. 'You just want Caitlin to be guilty so you won't have to deal with another celebrity and get your promotion halted again.'

Marin went purple.

Michael stepped in between the detective and Hawke before the cop could take a swing at the pilot. He stabbed a finger at Marin. 'If you harass Caitlin, Hawke or Dominic Santini in any way, I will personally make sure you're not only barred from promotion but I'll have you reduced in rank. You understand me?'

Marin spun on his heel and stormed into the inner offices of the police station.

'Thanks, Michael.' Hawke said.

Michael nodded. 'Let's get back to Caitlin.'

They had taken a step toward the door when there was a furious commotion behind them. They all turned back round. Kelly was practically running, pulling on his overcoat hurriedly.

'What's going on?' Michael asked stopping the Special Agent in his tracks.

'Muldrow gave up Hardy.' Kelly explained.

'What do you mean?' Dom demanded. 'I told you; Muldrow admitted he killed Toby.'

'He killed the boy,' Kelly agreed quickly, 'but because Toby had seen Hardy raping a girl. Hardy had promised Toby he'd stop but then Toby saw the news article about the girl in Ferlindo…'

'And realised Hardy had raped and killed her.' Michael deduced. 'Damn.'

'Sorry, I got to go and arrest this guy.' Kelly swept out with a dozen agents following him.

'Michael…' Hawke's throat closed on a sudden wave of fear as his blue eyes met the spy's. 'Caitlin's still at the concert park. If Hardy found her…'

'Oh God.' Dom's quiet prayer gave away his own horrified realisation.

'Let's go.' Michael said.

Hawke hastily followed his friend out to where they had left the Santini Air chopper in the car park. Dom's hand rested on his shoulder trying to offer him some comfort. Hawke climbed into the chopper; his face was an impassive mask covering the churning emotions. He swallowed hard and tried to push the rising panic away as Dom started the engines.

Hawke folded his arms and stared out of the darkening sky. His heart was beating too loudly; he couldn't catch his breath. He knew he shouldn't have left her alone, he thought wildly. If something had happened, it was his fault. He hoped to God they weren't going to be too late.