"We know you are still involved with Sarah Peckham. We know you are involved with the drugs. You are looking down the barrel of a very long line charges Jack. If I were you I'd start providing us with what we want to know otherwise they are only going to get longer."

Jack Summers sweated in the chair and clasped his hands more tightly together. Colby slammed photographs of the dead Anita Peckham in front of him and his senses were bombarded with thoughts, and more importantly, fear.

"I." Jack gulped. "I don't know what you want me to tell you. I had nothing to do with this."

David knew he was hiding something. For 10 minutes now he had barely spoken. He seemed confused and completely out of place. Not surprising for a man dressed in a trendy navy suit with a pink tie. Corporate was not just his career, it was his way of life. He was not used to not giving the orders and with that simple role reversal he seemed to have crumbled.

"Sarah Peckham. She wasn't your ex was she?" David flopped a photo of her next to him, in case he'd forgotten who he had dated.

Letting his index finger pull out from his tight clasp, Jack fingered the photo. "I." He looked up to David, the nicer agent in his mind. "No."

"No what?" Colby slammed his fist down on to the table. He liked playing bad cop. Cliché as it was, this simple power play never failed to work wonders in the interview rooms with the guilty.

Jack looked up to him. Fear, not guilt, seemed to bore out from his eyes. "No she wasn't my ex. We've known each other since high school, it's hard to leave that kind of connection be."

David walked out of the room and in to the interrogation room to watch how Megan was faring. Jack was starting to talk but it wasn't the kind of information they needed. A few moments alone with Colby and he'd probably crack a little further.

ooOoo

Megan sat next to Sarah. She was trying to connect with her, bring her in then crack her.

"We know you were still seeing Jack. Why would you lie about that Sarah?"

Megan didn't blink as she tried to read Sarah's reactions. There was nothing there. Maybe she was still in shock over her daughter.

"Sarah, you have to talk. You are in this very deep. You brought this whole situation back up with the police. You accused a fellow agent I know to be innocent. You had to know we wouldn't just take your word for it? So why would you do this? I'm guessing it was a cry for help. You wanted us to reopen the case, because there's something we missed. Or someone we missed. Jack."

Sarah stared straight up in to Megan's eyes and this time Megan saw that she'd hit a nerve. She is hiding something and it is about Jack. Still Sarah wasn't talking. Strange.

"Jack has something over you? The drugs."

Sarah smiled. They know about the drugs. Good.

Megan was confused. She really wasn't doing very well at reading this woman. Sarah was making Megan do all the talking and allowing her to come to her own conclusions. She was supposed to be weak, a victim should be more talkative by now. Whatever power Jack had over her it was strong.

ooOoo

"..and so you think I missed something? Charlie we checked everybody. I think." There it was. A shadow of doubt and therefore guilt crossing Don's mind. It quickly passed. "I mean Ridley confessed. He was neither smart enough nor brave enough to do that for someone else."

"Well the numbers don't lie Don and I say there's someone else involved. Your team agree and it's the angle they're going for."

"Look Charlie, I understand and appreciate that but my instinct tells me otherwise."

"Your instinct also is making you feel like you are guilty or responsible because you can't remember." Charlie's words stung. Maybe Don was confusing guilt with feeling responsible. It made sense. Enough sense to overwhelm him, but he kept the emotions and thoughts under control. He didn't want to regret having Charlie know his weaknesses, or the pleasure in thinking he had worked Don out.

"Charlie, you don't know anything about what I'm feeling, just like I don't know how you work those numbers. Just leave it. All I'm saying," Don paused while a wave of pain washed over him. Charlie leant forward in the chair concerned that he had pushed his brother too far. "All I'm saying is this isn't as simple as you think. If Jack Summers is the drug guy then it doesn't make sense for him to kill Anita. It doesn't actually help me. Why would he risk everything by killing her."

"Because. Well. Um, that's your team's job to work out. The numbers don't lie." Charlie began to get flustered. Mathematically he knew he was right, logically he knew Don was. "Maybe it was an accident, or maybe she really overdosed. Maybe it was never a murder." Charlie felt so pleased with himself for being able to come up with an answer. He'd actually learnt a bit from Don.

"Then there's no need to frame me. And I'm guilty."

Charlie gulped.

ooOoo

Megan and David mirrored each other in the viewing room. Jack Summers sat nervous and edgy in one room and Sarah Peckham sat cold and emotionless in the other.

"They were childhood sweethearts but I don't know. There's something about him. He seems scared." David motioned towards Jack through the glass, his position similar to that of a caged animal almost.

"Yeah, well Sarah Peckham is not giving me anything." Megan sat down in the chair and sighed.

"I've been thinking. I mean what if he's innocent. Where does that leave us?"

"Listen David, he isn't innocent. He's involved in the drugs. A man who grows up poor will do anything to keep money. Losing all that money in the dot com bust would have shaken his ego. But there is something bothering me. Sarah Peckham. Shock is understandable, she's lost a child, but if he's responsible, why would she protect him? I thought he had something over her but like you say, he's nervous, she's not."

David cocked his head at Megan knowingly. They'd both just figured something out.