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"Anne, love, I have a question to ask but I don't want to upset you." Vera whispered as she patted the older woman's hand.

Anne smiled as she lifted her hand and cupped Vera's cheek. "So much like her, even her voice."

"I know, Love, and I'm sorry if it upsets you."

Anne shook her head. "It doesn't. What did you want to ask?"

"Was Hellen seeing a therapist of some sort?"

Anne nodded. "A sex therapist. The both of them had several sessions with her, but they'd finished their time with her. Everything was good between them."

"Can you tell me the therapist's name?"

"Lana. Her number's at home. Have Harry get it for you."

"Harry?"

"Mr. Dern."

"Oh." Vera nodded. "Thanks, Love. I'll let you rest."

Gripping Vera's hand when she stood up, Anne held her gaze. "Please. Find the person. Martin was…" her voice broke and tears rolled down her weathered cheeks.

"I promise." Vera whispered as she laid Anne's hand back on the bed. She could feel her heart breaking at the sight of the woman's tears and could feel her own eyes watering as she turned to leave the room. Meeting the man she now knew was Harry, and not just Mr. Dern, she rested a hand on his arm. "Go to her."

Harry stared at Vera. "It's uncanny, it is. You'll find the man that murdered my Anne's Marty?"

"I promised, Mr. Dern. I promised."

"It's Harry."

"Harry." Vera smiled and watched the man disappear into Anne's room. She hadn't bumped into the daughter when she'd come in, but as she turned around, she came face to face with a dark haired young woman that turned white as a sheet. "I'm sorry," she whispered when the young woman collapsed back against what Vera assumed was her husband.

"You look and sound like Mum."

"I know, Love, and I'm sorry to upset you."

"Are you why Nanna collapsed?"

"No, Love. Anne has told me that it helps her."

"Because she thinks you'll do a better job."

"Probably so. I've promised her, and I'll promise you. I will find the man responsible for murdering your parents. If there's anything you think of that could help, call me." Vera told the young woman as she handed her a card with her name and numbers.

"How am I going to tell me brother?"

"I don't know, Pet. Maybe ask that nice young fella behind you to help."

"I will, Ma'am," the young man in question whispered as he squeezed his wife's shoulders.

"That's a good lad." Vera whispered then turned and walked away, her poor breaking heart not able to stand anymore of the nearly breath taking grief pouring off the young woman she still didn't know the name of. She wasn't sure how she'd missed it. Had Shep told her and she just didn't hear? She shook her head. No, she wasn't that far gone, yet.

Climbing into the Land Rover, she frowned when she realized she'd forgotten to ask Harry for the therapist's number. Cursing as she slapped a hand against the steering wheel, she climbed back out of the vehicle and made her way once again into the hospital to bother the poor souls who were grieving and confused.

VS

"Martin and Hellen have been murdered?"

"Yes, Pet. I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to take it, but I need help. Was there another man?"

"I can't really…" Lana started but Vera held up her hand.

"They're dead, Pet. They won't know or care, and if there's anything you know that can help me, I need you to tell me. I've promised their family that I would find who did this, but I can't do that without help from those that knew them."

"Hellen and Martin came to me because they needed help, well, mostly it was Hellen that needed help. She was confused." Lana shook her head. "Yes, there was another man. She told me his name was Michael. She said that he was a handy man they'd hired to do some work about their place. That's all I know."

Vera nodded and stood up, a bowl on the table catching her eye. Looking closer, she blinked in surprise. It was the very same bowl full of stones she'd seen in her dream.

"DCI Stanhope?" Lana asked when she noticed the older woman staring at the stones.

Vera shook herself out of her stunned stare and looked up. "Sorry, Pet. Lost in thought."

Lana nodded. "I can't believe how much you look and sound like Hellen."

"That's what I keep hearing. I dare say she was more a lady than I am."

"If by that you mean more beautiful, don't sell yourself short." Lana smiled at the skeptical look she received. "What? It's part of my job."

"I'm not a patient in need of sex therapy."

Lana chuckled at that. "Hmm."

Vera rolled her eyes. "I'm going now. If you think of anything else, call me."

Lana took the offered card and nodded. "Good luck. Oh, how is Anne? She must be devastated."

"She's heart broken, but she's trusted me to find the killer, and I've promised I would."

VS

"Alright you lot. What have you found out?" Vera addressed her team.

"Martin wasn't as good as he's been made out to be." Shep piped up.

"Oh?"

Shep nodded. "Met his lover…the mother of his seven year old son."

Vera blinked in surprise at that. "She work at the club?"

"Yes."

"How long has that been going on?"

"According to her, it hasn't been since before the boy was born. Evidently she wanted him to leave Hellen and be with her and the baby. She said that everyone knew that Hellen and Martin were just living together as nothing more than friends."

"Oh well that makes it alright, then." Vera rolled her eyes. "Well obviously she didn't know that things had changed. Did she give you anything else?"

"Just that a few months back, Hellen came to the club and had no clue it had been changed into a lap dancing club. She was very angry and stormed out with Martin right behind her."

"Well that doesn't give us much." Vera shrugged. "Except more reason for why they were seeing a therapist."

"The neighbors didn't know anything except that they'd seen a workman's truck coming and going." Kenny piped up with his information.

"And we know from the therapist that there was a handyman about. Anyone actually see the man?"

Kenny shook his head. "No. None of them were really that familiar with Martin or Hellen. I suppose they thought of them as outsiders."

"They've lived there ten years."

"That's the attitude I got from them anyway."

Vera shook her head, her fingers tugging at her hair. "I have a name for the handyman, but so far nothing has come up to show where he was paid. No business card has shown up. Where did they find this guy? Was Hellen lying about who he was? Kenny, go back to the neighbors that saw the truck and ask them if there was a business name on the truck somewhere."

"I asked, but none of them saw anything. Most of them couldn't even remember the color."

"Go back. Push them to remember. This is all we have to go on at the moment."

"First thing in the morning, Ma'am."

"First thing." Vera agreed. "Now go on home."

Shep waited until the others were gone then followed Vera into her office. "How did you come up with the therapist?"

"Anne told me." Vera answered. She wasn't about to admit that she'd asked Anne and got the information that way. Admitting that would lead to Shep asking how Vera had come up with the idea of a therapist in the first place and no way was she going to tell the young woman that it had been a dream.

Shep nodded, not really satisfied with the answer but not ready to push buttons this late at night trying to get to the real truth. Maybe Billy could get answers. "You going home? Maybe get some rest yourself?"

"Go on. I'll be fine. One worrier about is plenty."

Shep shook her head. "Goodnight, Ma'am."

"Goodnight, Shep." Vera waited for Shep to disappear from sight before pulling her bottle of drink out of the drawer. Maybe if she had a few she would be able to sleep. She frowned then put the bottle back. If she was going to drink, she might as well do it at home. No sense falling asleep here and taking a chance on someone catching her having one of her dreams.