Sam's eyes flickered open. She was enveloped in darkness. The air smelt musty and damp and she was lying on a cold rough surface. She winced as she tried and failed to sit up, her head was agony. Raising one unsteady hand to it she felt the wet warmth of blood. Frowning Sam wondered how long she'd been unconscious. The blood still being wet couldn't be that good. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness she managed to make out her basic surroundings. The back of a van. It was empty except for her. Though oddly it wasn't moving. She was sure of that. Trying once more to sit up Sam succeeded. There was a small crack under the doors but no light seemed to be coming in.

"It must be late," she whispered to herself, "I'll kill Stuart,"

Stuart had had to leave work early leaving an empty place on the raid, which Heaton had very kindly volunteered Sam for. She swore to herself gently as she tried to remember the voice. Did she recognise it? Unfortunately it seemed not. He obviously new her though.

"Think Sam, think," she murmured,

Her head was heavy and aching and her eyes felt like led. Eventually after much struggle not to Sam drifted into a troubled sleep.

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Phil looked once more at the profile of the man, James Carlson. His DNA had been on Sam's smashed radio. Unfortunately he had no registered current address. Phil scowled angrily at the computer,

"If people did their jobs," he snapped.

James Carlson was a vicious man. He had attempted to murder two uniform officers and seriously assaulted a prison guard after his father was arrested for murder. Phil remembered the interview between the two main suspects of that murder well:

"Interview with suspect John Carlson begins 6:35 present are Ds Samantha Nixon and Ds Phil Hunter." Sam began, "Mr Carlson has refused a lawyer,"

"I've dun' nothin' wrong" John Carlson drawled lazily.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"We know for certain that you and your son were present on the night of the murder,"

"Who says,"

"A reliable witness," Phil said, "what do you say to that?"

"He's lyin'" John snapped, "That's what!"

"That hit a nerve, is there truth in it?" Sam asked

"Not a bit, who's the witness some tranny?"

"DNA," Sam smiled pushing the evidence forward, "so was it you or your son who murdered Miss Staine?"

"all right you got me, it was me leave the boy out of it, when he left she was still alive,"

"Interview terminated 6:50,"

Sam and Phil had left the interview and started James' straight away,

"Interview with James Carlson begins 6:55 present are Ds Samantha Nixon and Ds Phil Hunter," Phil started, "Mr Carlson has refused a lawyer,"

"What happened the night of the murder James?" Sam asked

"What murder?"

"The murder of Miss Staine," Phil snapped impatient

"No comment"

Phil stared once more at the picture. The interview had carried on as no comment throughout and as there was no evidence to suggest James' involvement he was realised. John died in prison a year later.