Fate

The drive to the mortuary was mostly silent. Ros curled her hands in to fists as Harry drove. Her eyes focused on the road ahead as Harry kept his own counsel. He prayed that she was right, knowing that it was likely that Lucas had got himself into serious trouble. The man masquerading as Darshan would have killed him, Ros knew, if she hadn't been there. Harry glanced at her knowing how she felt; reminded of the time Adam and Zaf had helped Ruth to fake her own death. It still caused him nightmares.

"It's not him."

"How do you know?" Ros was out the 4x4 the moment the car stopped. Harry swore unsure of how Ros would cope if he was wrong

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Adam glared at the man opposite him. He knew the man wasn't the mastermind behind everything that had happened but he knew the coward had tried to contact Lucas for a reason. Zaf stretched out in his chair next to him, looking suitably bored by the whole situation.

"Why Darshan?" Adam held the other man's gaze. The suspect remained silent. "Why pretend to be a psychopath? Don't get it."

"I do. I think." Zaf nodded.

"Really?" Adam knew it was a well worked routine. Both men were like brothers, able to read each other's minds.

"Yeah. Think about it." Zaf looked at the man opposite him. "You're ordinary, boring, possible have very little work or luck with women. Some bloke, official sounding like approached you when you were on your arse."

"FSB? Kremlin?" Adam shrugged. Darshan looked at his hands. It was clear Zaf had touched a nerve. He just hoped Ruth was getting the information they needed.

"Big money." Adam agreed. "Huge amount of money? Would have to be to persuade me to have my identity ripped off me. Literally? What made you do it? Debt? Drug habit? We know you aren't FSB."

"Nah. No self respecting FSB Officer would be seen with a Mossad gun. You, my friend, got your spies in a twist. Then you hold a gun to my friend's head." Adam slammed his hands on the table causing the suspect to flinch back. Zaf folded his arms.

"I not talk to you." The man's heavily accented voice held a soviet undertone but it was clearly not Russian.

"And as if we already didn't know you just proved it. Darshan never would have flinched." Zaf pushed his chair back as Adam left the room.

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Ros walked into the cold, clinical viewing room as Harry hung back near the door. The mortician pulled back the white sheet as Ros narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the pale body on the table. She stepped forward warning the younger man with one glare. Silently she pulled the sheet back further. Harry thanked the mortuary assistant before persuading him to leave them with the dead man.

"It's not him."

"You're certain?" Harry asked gently. Ros looked at the face of the dead man once more.

"I know my own husband." Ros' voice was cold. Deadpan as Harry nodded. "The tattoo. There." Ros touched the left side of corpse's chest. Harry watched her as she stared at the cold flesh.

"See that?"

"Tattoo? Lucas has them."

"Yes, all in Russian . All 'stick and poke' tattoos. All spelt perfectly. Whoever did this, doesn't know the inflection of the language. Lucas' says Peace, Hope and Faith. мир, надежда, вера."

"What does this say?" Harry frowned. He knew had it been Ruth allegedly on the mortuary slab he would know every detail of her body - would know instantly if it was her. He wasn't about to doubt Ros' knowledge of her husband.

"Peace," she traced the black ink. "But that's not stick poke, not traditional prison tattooing. See? This says family and faith. When this was done Lucas didn't have a family of his own. His brothers yes, he thought he had his ex wife waiting but the inflection is wrong. See? Look at the first part of the tattoo. It doesn't have the bruising where the tattooist went too deep. These tattoos were done professionally not in a cesspit of a Russian Hell Hole."

Harry frowned. "So if this isn't Lucas?"

"I don't know. But someone is going after the original Section B. You, Juliet, Henry, Tom, Zoe, Danny,Lucas, Colin, Connie and Malcolm. Only Colin, Connie, Danny and Tom are dead."

"We need to warn Malcolm and Zoe." Harry sighed as he ran his hand over his face. Ros nodded.

"Henry?"

"I think that old curmudgeon can look after himself." Harry ushered her out of the room wondering exactly what had happened to Lucas and how high the body count would be.

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A/N please review- writer's block and real life getting in the way. And yes I will beg shamelessly for reviews xxx