Neville was still reeling from the heartrending events which had sent him briefly to prison; just being inside one of the cells made him realise the irony of what a police officer's life was like; it was one thing for them to lock people up for a crime they committed, but inside the cell, it was no little wonder some of them found a way to commit suicide. He would never look at prison the same way ever again. Something had changed in him, and right now Neville didn't like what he was getting out of that realisation right now. Nor could he ever look at Andy the same way again.

Corruption.

It was…shocking, unthinkable. Neville had known Andy Buckley for years, and not once had he gotten that vibe. But now he felt not only betrayed, but he felt hollow. His heart was racing, pounding out of control in his chest. And he wondered if this was how officers in command of bent coppers felt when they eventually discovered the truth, or if it was just him.

In the police station's cell - mercifully more open than the filthy narrow excuse for a room in the Saint Marie jail - Neville had listened to the interview the Commissioner, Naomi, and the other DI had given Andy after he was brought in; from what he'd heard, Andy had tried to run, but luckily Marlon had tricked them and gotten into the car to arrest him. But Neville was still shaken by the revelations from that corner.

Why hadn't Andy just asked for help when his wife had left him? Why hadn't he told him about his problems when they were supposed to be friends? Why hadn't he trusted him?

Neville knew that many coppers tended not to talk much about their personal lives, even if the toll their work took on them pretty much fractured them beyond repair. And he also knew some coppers found it hard to take the pressure of tough cases, which was why they turned to alcohol and drugs to cope instead of letting their families know there was a problem. It was simply prideful arrogance.

But Andy had joined the pantheon of coppers who had gone over that line; he had passed on information about the case, and now it was obvious the whole thing was compromised from the start. But nobody had noticed, and that included Neville! It was his job to always notice things like that, but had he let his trust and his faith in Andy cloud his judgement?

Sadly, Neville was beginning to think it had.

Neville had overheard the entire interview, and he had been shocked that one of the mysteries which had been plaguing him recently with so many red flags had finally been solved. Not so long ago, his mobile went missing and then it returned. At the time, Neville had just thought it was just a weird mystery, and then he wondered briefly if Justin Webb was the one who'd taken the phone, seeing as he'd broken into the shack to steal money, but then why give it back? It had shocked him to find out Andy had come to the island months ago, ever since that case with the con artist who was trying to sell that protected beach, but while Andy had said he had tried, once or twice, to meet up and tell the truth about being the subject of a corruption charge, Neville hadn't believed him.

Not one little bit.

It was going to take just a little bit more than some half-arsed excuse to not see the truth.

If Andy had sincerely wanted to admit it, then he could have done it when they'd been speaking late at night, but he'd shut off the call without giving Neville any reason to think something that serious was happening.

But Andy had been on Saint Marie for months. Months! He could have shown up at any point, either at the station or at Catherine's. Andy knew where the shack was after helping himself inside, he could easily have waited for Neville there. But what worried him the most was that, like Justin West, Andy had broken into the shack, and taken his mobile phone to clone it so he could intercept the emails the investigation team were sending him. Someone who partly wanted to talk about the fact he was being investigated would never do that, but Andy had revealed how much of a coward he was, but had he really thought such a plan would work forever? Sooner or later, either the team would become so frustrated they would contact Commissioner Patterson, tell him of the case and the situation and then Neville would be confronted, and he would discover what was going on, or the team could come out to the island themselves to arrest Andy, taking him back to Britain and informing him and Patterson anyway, so what was the point of constantly running away from the truth?

Andy's excuses were just that, excuses. At this point in time, Neville would be happy to see the back of him.

But right now he couldn't take his eyes off of the photo. Neville had met Grace Wanslow a few times during the case, but he had never looked deeper into her background barring the basics. When the Commissioner and Naomi - bless them - had come to get him out, with Naomi looking at him in horrified pity as she realised he knew the truth behind the killer and at the state he was in, they had given her the file. And he had been looking through it, to the photo of Grace and her sister.

For Neville, this was the final proof of the horrifying truth which had shattered him while he had been in his cell at the prison after he had pictured the scene at the police station when he'd been arrested for Cartwright's murder. He had discounted Marlon; the young officer was too busy escorting him to the cells. Naomi and Catherine were too stunned. The Commissioner wouldn't have done it. Darleen like the others had been shocked.

And that only left…

When Neville had pictured the scene after his mind clicked on a piece of the jigsaw surrounding Cartwright's murder with the biggest question of how the real killer who'd framed him had gotten in and out after he had processed it all in his mind after seeing the wrong key jangling in the lock, and when he had realised the killer had access to the station, he had looked for the ones closer to the evidence desk - Marlon's. Darleen wouldn't have done it, but when he had looked at….

That was when Neville's heart broke and he felt he was going to be sick.

Sophie… Sophie was the killer. His girlfriend, the girl he had been slowly falling in love with after their meeting last Christmas. But when Naomi and the Commissioner passed him the file, and he saw the picture of Grace Wanslow with her elder sister, Rebecca, it all made sense.

Rebecca Wanslow was really Sophie Chamber's name.

Everything clicked; the tip-off to start the investigation into Andy's corruption, the book outside the shack with Cartwright's signature on it, the murder… it was revenge, plain and simple. Sophie, no - Rebecca hadn't come to the island to tour the place at all, it was to find a way to get revenge for her sister's arrest and suicide. She went to Cartwright to get him to sign it and pretended it had arrived as a taunt, and she followed him when he had gone after the arrogant criminologist...once she realised he was gone, Rebecca could then kill Cartwright and frame him for it.

"Sir? Inspector?"

Neville slowly lifted his gaze from the photo, his eyes shining his water before he dabbed his eyes. "Yes, Naomi?" He asked.

"We're nearly at the shack," Naomi whispered, her eyes and expression full of pity.

Neville looked out of the windows, smiling at the familiar scenery. He hadn't been impressed with the shack upon his arrival in Saint Marie three years ago, but the place had become a home. But it was an illusion now, shattered by what West, Andy, and Sophie had done to him recently.

"Go slowly," Neville told her, "I want to surprise her." His voice ended in a cold growl that instantly had Naomi worried.

"Sir-?"

"Just do it, Naomi," he said in a gentler but still firm tone although his voice and body trembled with rage and suppressed hurt at the discovery Sophie had lied to him for months and had played him until she had gotten the opportunity she'd been looking for. "If we go in, engines full blast, she'll run. I'm done running. I want this over with, now."

Naomi nodded, although judging from the looks she kept sending him it was clear the DS was worried about his mental state, but Neville was trying to keep his mind focused on his rage and grief. It was better than breaking down sobbing. He could do that later.

Neville got out of the jeep and walked slowly to the shack, hearing the sound of the thudding music. As he got closer he heard the sound of someone muttering inside the shack.

"I…just need some time Catherine," he heard her say from inside, and she experimented with a sad horrified voice, "Just need some time Catherine to get my head around all of this, so I'm going back home to Manchester," she finished with a mocking tone that told him she was smirking her head off.

Neville was just about to walk in when she huffed and said, "Go away you stupid lizard!"

Harry.

If she'd harmed his friend….

Neville took a deep breath as he mentally braced himself for what was coming, and stepped inside the shack. It was time to end this once and for all. He'd had it with the lies.

Author's Note - When Sophie, or Rebecca said that to Harry, I pictured Neville's fear of what could have happened to the little guy.