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Harry sat in the car, silently cursing herself for not being able to get word to Dempsey. She knew she was headed to the drugs deal, she also knew she was expected to be able to speak at least a little Spanish. Silently praying that she had back up.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Apart from having a gun pulled on me? Apart from being stuck in traffic with you? Nothing." She snarled as he smirked.

"Don't worry Sal. It'll all be over soon."

"Yeah?" Harry sighed. "I need to get my slippers on. Don't look like that. You try working behind the bar in heels." Grant smirked. He knew the blonde woman wasn't who she said she was but he was willing to let it slide if Harrington was. She was the boss, after all. Besides, should his hunch be right he didn't have to worry about anything other than where to hide the body.

"What?"

"Just thinking." He smirked.

Harry folded her arms, silently praying she wasn't being driven to her death.

Xxxxxx

Chas ran a hand over his face. He was exhausted and annoyed in equal measure. He wanted to be at home with Jackie rather than sat in the back of a white ford transit van.

"Chas?"

"Getting old, Dave. That's all. Now we know Dempsey saw Harry and two of the goons leave."

"I don't like this." Spikings snapped. His Welsh tones harsher than he intended. He knew they were on the edge of the biggest drugs bust they had ever known. He had known it was dangerous for everyone involved but now he cursed the only female officer on his team for getting him to agree to go undercover.

"Where's Dempsey?"

"Last heard he was following her."

"Towards Peckham." Chas added. "So that's where we are heading. There's a few blocks of council flats there that uniform and Drugs Squad have raided a few times over the years."

"So?"

"Nelson Mandela House, Churchill Flats and Chamberlain Way are all a bit run down. Hardly the place you'd expect a deal to happen on this scale." Spikings glared. "But a murder? More likely."

"Sir?" Chas looked the older man in the eye. The Rhondda born detective was deadly serious.

"If they suspect Harry is not who she says she is then they will kill her. That's what they do. Six years ago an employee of Harrington was found dead in a subway station underpass."

"Jack Morgan. I remember." Chas nodded.

"He was my informant, Chas. This bitch doesn't mess around. Dempsey goes in there all guns blazing and chances are he's going to get them both killed.

Cxxxxxx

Harry got out of the car when she was told to. Neither man had been keen on conversation but she had guessed her usefulness was about to be proved.

"Sally."

"Yeah?"

"Your boyfriend in Spain."

"Ex. Just remember that- EX!" She snapped.

"Teach you any Spanish?"

"No. He had a bar on the Costa. Speaks English. Well he would; seeing as he was born in Bristol."

"Do. You. Speak. Spanish." He spat the words at her.

"Si. Un poco."

"Right. That'll do." He grabbed her arm before leading her towards the smaller of the three tower blocks as Harry realised she really was alone.

Xxxxxx

(A/N spot the Only fools and horses reference? Don't own that either!)