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Anne smiled when she saw Vera walk into the room. "Hello."

"Hello, pet." Vera smiled at the older woman.

Anne studied her visitor. "Well, sit down and tell me."

"I have to ask some more questions. I hate to keep bothering you, but you're the only one who would know. Your granddaughter hasn't been here and your grandson is still out on business."

"It's alright. What is it?"

"Did your daughter-in-law have an affair with their handyman?"

Anne shook her head. "No. She was attracted to him, she confessed as much to me after she and Martin had finished with their sessions with Lana. She kissed him but that's all there was. Why?"

"Lana mentioned that there was a man, but she wasn't specific so I needed to know. What about Martin's manager that he fired? Did you know anything about that?"

"Oh. I knew all about that." Anne laughed. "But not because Martin told me. He and John were arguing about who should be the new manager and anyone in the house couldn't help but hear."

"John?"

"Me grandson."

"Do you think the man would have been angry enough to want to kill Martin?"

"He might have been." Anne shook her head. "Martin having him beat didn't help matters. He should have just let him go and been done with it. My son was too much like his father some times."

"Did he love Hellen? Really love her?"

"Yes. Oh, he had affairs, silly lout, but he loved her. It nearly broke his heart when she wouldn't let him touch her anymore."

"He told you?"

Anne cocked her head and studied Vera. "How did you know about it?"

"Lana." Vera lied, not wanting to make the woman across from her think she was an mad woman.

Anne nodded, believing Vera's lie. "Martin only had me to talk to. He was me only child and," she sighed. "His father didn't treat me very well. We shared a lot over the years so because he was who I talked to, when he needed someone he could trust, he talked to me. That never really changed when he got married, at least, not when it was something to do with the marriage itself and Hellen. He didn't know who else to turn to but me."

Reaching out to cover Anne's hand, Vera smiled at the woman. "Thank you."

"I'll do anything to help you. I know you can't bring me son and Hellen back, but I believe you can find the man who took them away."

"I'm doing my best. My whole team is."

VS

"I need to know." Vera looked across at Lana. "You told me there was another man. Did you mean that she had an affair with him?"

Lana shook her head. "I don't know. She told me that she kissed him, but she never said anything else. The next time I saw them, Martin and Hellen were closer than they had been in the beginning. She'd finally told Martin the truth about something that happened to her when she was young and it seemed to have bridged the gap that had grown between them."

"She was assaulted."

Lana frowned. "How do you know that? Hellen hadn't told anyone."

"Never mind how I know, pet. We have two possible suspects and I needed clarification. Did Hellen ever mention a name for where they found their handyman? Was he his own boss? Did he work for a company? Anything?"

Lana shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. All she told me was how she'd felt when she first saw him and how his flirting with her made her feel. How kissing him had made her feel. I wish I could help more."

Vera stood up and smiled down at the younger woman. "You've helped, pet."

"I wish you'd tell me how you found out about Hellen's secret."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Vera mumbled as she walked from the room leaving a very confused therapist staring at her retreating back.

VS

Vera's eyes widened when a young man stopped and stared at her just before she made it to the door of the morgue. His eyes were dark, the look on his face one she wasn't sure about. "Yes?"

"You look like me mother."

Realizing who she was looking at, Vera nodded. "I'm sorry, lad."

"You sound like me mother. I didn't believe Jenny."

"Jenny?"

"Me sister. She said the person in charge of the case looked like our mum, but," he shook his head. "Do you know anything yet?"

"We didn't have a lot to go on, but we have some leads. Did you know your father's manager at the club? The one he fired? A Leon Gregory."

"I did. Right bastard he was."

"Do you think he could have done this?"

"As angry as he was, he might have done."

"Did you ever meet the handyman that had about the house?"

"Handyman?"

The young man's reaction set off warning bells. "I was told there was a handyman doing some work about the place."

"No. There was a Parks and Conservation man doing some work at the pond."

"Do you know his name?"

"Sorry, no. I only know he was there because me father was messing about with the pond himself and fell in. Me mother was cleaning his head when I came in and asked what had happened. She told me about the Parks and Conservation man helping Dad out of the water."

"Thank you, lad. Go on now. Why don't you go visit your grandmother? I think seeing your handsome face would brighten her day."

Reaching out, he laid his hand on Vera's arm. "You'll find out who did this?"

"I promise, lad. Go on now." Vera watched him walk away and blessed the saints that she'd bumped into him. Pulling her mobile out, she called Aiden. "Listen, the handyman wasn't a handyman. Hellen lied to the therapist about who he was. I've just seen the son and he said there wasn't a handyman about…the man was with Parks and Conservation. Get someone over there and find out who they sent out to the Kingsley property."

"Vera?" Billy asked as he pushed the door open. "Going to stand out here all day, Love?"

Vera scowled at the man for his cheek then followed him into the morgue. "I bumped into the son."

"I saw. Learn anything?"

"I did."

"Have you found the manager yet?"

"No. He seems to have disappeared."

"And what did the son tell you? Does he think the manager could have done this?"

"He does."

Billy cocked his head. "But you don't."

"I didn't say that." Vera denied.

Sighing, Billy gave up and tried another tact. "Have dinner with me tonight?"

Vera looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. "What?"

"You heard me."

Vera rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Still trying to protect me?"

"Just have dinner with me."

"Fine, but not out. Come to mine."

"I'll bring dinner if you'll provide the drinks."

"Alright."

"Eight?"

"Eight-thirty."

Billy nodded, pleased that he'd gotten her to agree. Now if only he could get her to agree to let him spend the night on her couch. Playing drunk should make that happen.

"Don't even think about it, Billy."

"What?"

"Playing drunk so you can stay on me couch."

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Damn woman."

Vera simply smirked then turned and walked away, the grumbles of her friend following her out the door.