In front of Eames' apartment, there were about ten police cars.

Goren stopped his suv, and hurriedly got out, stampede towards Eames' apartment, where several officers were already inspecting the place.

He rushed inside, and when he arrived at the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, frozen with horror as he discovered Eames' pendant on the floor, where right next to it was a pool of blood.

A violent high the heart went up in him...

He rushed out of the building, put his hand on the wall, leaned on it, had just enough time to bend over, and vomited.

No.

It couldn't be possible...

All that blood.

This pendant...

That he knew so well.

The one thing Eames never took off during their lovemaking.

Goren brought his wrist to his mouth, wiped it.

He had to pull himself together.

But it was so hard.

That pool of blood...

And especially Alex's little jewel.

Oh my God...

The trembling hand on the wall...

He had to make an effort on himself not to burst into tears.

His little angel.

No.

Eames was a fighter.

She couldn't die.

It was impossible.

His grief turned into something violent.

He clenched his fist, and sent her against the wall.

- Goren...

At his name, Goren turned to Lee Lance, or so he thought, so blinded was he by his rage.

Lee Lance jumped, and stepped back, in the face of such rage.

Goren was white, his face was distorted with rage.

And he looked like a madman.

Rita was afraid.

She had never seen anyone react like that.

At except...

Her heart sank at the memory of Chris.

He too had had this expression...

The day he came to free her from her kidnappers.

Good God...

Goren was too much like Chris.

How could two men be so similar in character.

Rita took a deep breath, and pulled herself together.

If Goren was anything like Chris...

He would never hurt him.

But how could she blame him for being like this.

She knew how he felt about Eames.

Even if he tried to hide it.

Lee Lance could see how Goren was madly in love with Eames.

She knew that Eames was too.

His two were really like Chris and her.

Rita slowly walked over to Goren, and hesitantly put her hand on his arm.

It was necessary to make him see reason.

Because this state would not help.

- It's my fault...

To the breaking voice of Goren, Rita startled, looked at him as if prohibited, the heart tightened.

His fault...

How was Goren responsible for such a thing.

- If I had stayed with them ...

Rita showed a small sad smile on her lips.

Whether he had stayed or not...

What difference would it have made.

Because if the kidnapper had not done that night ...

He would have done it another day.

And they couldn't have done anything.

- If I had stayed... Rita shook her head in denial. None of this would have happened.

Lipschitz stopped short at Goren's word.

If he had stayed...

So that was it.

As soon as Rita's back was turned...

Goren had rushed to Eames' side.

Good God...

The past was resurfacing.

The drama he had foreseen...

That he had wanted to avoid.

Was indeed happening again.

But this time...

Harry would do anything to prevent it from happening again.

- Goren... Goren looked at the Captain who was looking at him with shining eyes. I'll have to talk to you.

At his words, Goren knew that Lipschitz had heard his words.

It didn't matter to him.

The woman he loved had been taken away.

And nothing else mattered except her.

And it didn't matter if he lost his badge.

It really wasn't fair.

Why had Alex been attacked...