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Several exhausting hours later, Bomb Disposal had worked their magic. The house had been cleared of explosives and declared safe, terrified householders had been allowed to return to their homes, the street had been reopened to traffic, and the team had returned to the station. Back at Borough CID, Hunt and Meredith had given Layton a short, sharp interview, charged him with possession of explosives, conspiracy to cause an explosion and attempted murder, and remanded him in custody. Now it was Weston's turn.

DCI Sam Hunt generally kept his office door open, believing that an open door indicated an open mind. The exception applied if he was delivering a rollicking or discussing sensitive issues. Right now his door was firmly closed.

"Well, Weston." He was circling the chair on which she sat, pale and resolute. His voice was soft with menace and sarcasm, which she knew betokened an imminent explosion. "Right now I want to knock you down with one hand and pick you up with the other. Thanks to you, we've nailed a criminal with more records than the Beatles, who's been on our little list since I was a twinkle in my Dad's eye. But to do it you perpetrated the most irresponsible, stupid, unprofessional, selfish, unnecessary, idiotic stunt I have witnessed in the whole of my career. You disobeyed a direct order from your superior officer. You put your life and the lives of your colleagues and members of the public at wholly unnecessary risk. What have you got to say for yourself?" Although she was braced for it, the suddenness with which he snapped out the question made her jump.

"I'm sorry, Guv - "

"Sorry? SORRY? Sorry does not even begin to cover it!" He paused, frustrated, and passed a hand over his brow. "This is all my fault."

"Of course it isn't, Guv - "

"Yes, mine. I made an error of judgement that put everyone at risk. I let you take the lead on this case because you're the walking Layton encyclopaedia. You've got the makings of a good copper, Weston. But if you're to get anywhere in this job you'll have to learn, fast, that people are trusting you with their lives. With everything. You have to work as part of a team. If you, or anyone, works against that, then the team is destroyed. Christ, Weston, people could have got killed today because of you! Colleagues and civilians. If Layton had succeeded in dynamiting the place, it could have demolished the houses on either side as well. If we'd lived, that would have finished your career - and I would have had the happy task of telling the relatives that you were responsible for the deaths of their loved ones. Didn't you think?"

"I'm sorry, Guv," she repeated. "I know I did wrong by disobeying your orders. I know you'd be justified in never trusting me again. But can you please tell me what you'd have done if I'd waited for you to arrive?"

"Eh?"

"As I'm so wrong, Guv, will you please educate me?"

"For a start, you cheeky cow, I wouldn't have had to make such a spectacular entrance. You'd been holding him at gunpoint for some minutes when we arrived. It was stalemate and he knew it. That meant that he was on the alert for us to arrive and he was waiting for that before blowing the lot of us to kingdom come. I would never have sent a lone officer in. I'd have got backup to surround the house and got a negotiator - not me, a proper negotiator - to keep him talking while armed officers got in the back way and disarmed him. Anything wrong with any of that, Miss Clever Clogs?"

"The last time a negotiator was used with him, he took her hostage and shot her," she said bitterly. "And, with respect, Guv, if we'd surrounded the place and then tried to negotiate, he might just have lit the fuse anyway. Result, even more loss of life. He's desperate and vicious and he's never cared whom he takes down with him. I knew I was taking a calculated risk with what I did. But he and I have old history. That was why I knew he'd keep talking. He'd want to torment me as long as he could, and I was relying on that to give you and the others time to arrive and back me up." I'm the one taking a calculated risk now. I'm making this up on the hoof. If I were telling the truth, I'd admit that I went in on my own because I had to get Layton and nothing else mattered.

There was a tense silence as he assessed what she had said, his hazel eyes boring into hers. Sh held her breath and waited for the explosion.

"I'll give you this, Weston, you've got the gift of the gab and the cheek of the devil. What I planned might have resulted in him detonating the house. But so might what you did, against my orders. Did you know that he'd rigged the house when you went in?"

"No, Guv, but I knew it was a possibility given his past form."

"And yet you took that risk? Playing the heroine and making yourself look bloody stupid."

She looked straight at him. "Layton had to be my collar. You can fire me if you want. You can throw me in front of a disciplinary panel. Nothing else matters now."

"A bloody lot else matters!" Hunt snapped, marching behind his desk and leaning over it towards her. "Why this obsession with Layton, for God's sake? You've been the moving spirit in the drive to nail him, ever since he came onto our radar. Is this because of your "old history"?" He waggled his fingers.

"Yes."

"Thought so. So, let's get to the bottom of this. What exactly is this "old history"? He said this morning that I should get you to tell me what your real name is. Does that mean you've been in the Met under an assumed name all this time? Has he been blackmailing you?"

"Oh, no, the name's mine to use. I was born Molly Caroline Drake, and Weston is my married name. He knew me as Molly Drake, so when I joined the Met I called myself Caroline Weston. I know he's become an IT expert, and I hoped he wouldn't spot the name if he hacked Met personnel records. Doesn't seem to have worked," she added, grimacing. "He said he's been keeping an eye on me, as I have on him."

"Molly Drake?" He stared at her, open-mouthed.

"Yes, Guv." She was totally bewildered by his reaction to an unremarkable name.

"Just a minute - " He sat at his desk, logged onto his computer, and brought a record up on screen. From where she sat, she could not see what he was looking at. He pored over it for a few minutes in silence, then looked back at her as though he had never seen her before.

"Good God," he whispered.

"What is it, Guv?"

"Never mind now. You tell me why you put everything you have in jeopardy to get Layton."

"Because he murdered my mother."

"Oh, Christ. You should have told me you had a personal interest."

"And if I had, Guv, would you have taken me off the case?"

To her surprise, he stopped to consider. "Maybe, maybe not. You see, my family has old history with Layton too."

"I know, Guv," she said admiringly. "Your father took him down."

"It's more than that. I'll explain later. Strikes me you have a right to know. For now, we'll stick to Layton. And you. If I had taken you off the case, it would have been because you'd become too emotionally involved. Which is just what happened when you confronted him at last, and that was put all of us in danger."

She hung her head. "I know, Guv. But I had to be the one to arrest him. It was my fault that Mum was killed." She swallowed hard.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

She nodded. "It was twelve years ago this month." Her voice was hard and toneless. If she thought too much about what she was saying, she knew that she would break down in front of her boss, and she couldn't afford to do that yet. Tears were for later. "My twelfth birthday. She was a hostage negotiator. She was driving me to school and a call came through that a man had taken a hostage outside the Tate Modern and was asking for her by name. It was Layton. Mum left me in the car and told me to keep the doors locked. But I was too worried to stay there. I got out and hid in the crowd. As I watched, Layton threw the hostage aside and turned his gun on Mum. I'd never seen her at work. I know now that she was negotiating with him, but I was only twelve, all I could think about was that she might be killed in front of me. I ran to her, and in doing that I ruined everything. Changed everything."

"Why?" Hunt's voice was gentler now, but not too gentle. He had gauged her emotional state.

"Layton grabbed me and put his gun to my head. He dragged me down the steps to the beach. When we'd got out of sight, he pushed me away, fired a shot in the air, and ran off. I ran the other way, back to Mum. The marksmen lost Layton and the search was stood down. Mum rang my school and said that I wasn't coming in that day, and rang Evan to take me home."

"Who's he?"

"Evan White, my godfather. He was Mum's guardian. He took me off to a café for some chocolate cake, and as we sat there chatting, Evan's mobile rang. We could both hear the voice on the other end. It was Layton. He said that he had Mum, and that he was going to tell her how her parents died."

"Her parents?"

"They died in a car bomb when she was eight. Evan and I have always suspected that Layton might have had something to do with that. They were criminal lawyers. Evan was their solicitor. Grandad represented Layton, and he'd got Evan to get Layton released that day. It's possible that he was in the pay of some bigger cheese who got him to kill them. He had form for explosives even back then."

Hunt's glare suggested that this was not the best time to mention that. "So what did Evan do when Layton phoned him?"

"He tried to keep Layton talking, but he rang off. He alerted the police and they instituted a search. Mum was found nearly twelve hours later, on an old boat that Layton owned, moored opposite the Millenium Dome. She'd been shot in the head and was in a coma. She was rushed to hospital and the surgeons managed to remove the bullet, but she didn't come round. She lingered for ages with Evan and me watching over her and talking to her, day after day after day. Then, four months after the shooting, her heart gave out." She had tried so hard to stay impassive, but now the tears were rolling down her cheeks as she relived it all. "Her car was found abandoned a couple of days after the shooting. Forensics found hair and fibres in the back seat which didn't relate to her or me. They didn't have any samples to match to Layton at that time, but the police judged that he must have got into the back seat and hidden while the car was unoccupied, and then got Mum at gunpoint when she got back in, and forced her to drive to his boat. So, you see, it was all my fault that she died. If I'd stayed in the car and kept it locked, Layton wouldn't have been able to get into it, and he wouldn't have killed her. That's why it's up to me to get him for what he did to her."

Hunt was torn between offering sympathy and keeping the atmosphere professional. He opted for the latter, guessing that she did not want to break down completely. She might need the former later. He brought Layton's records up on screen. "The trouble when someone like him pops over the parapet after years out of sight is, I don't have all the details in my brain box. I knew he killed a cop. Was that your mother?"

"Yes."

He studied the screen. "Detective Inspector A - My God!"

"What is it, Guv?"

Hunt's normally ruddy complexion was pale. "Alexandra Drake? That was your mother's name?"

She stared at him, grief forgotten for a moment in astonishment at his reaction. "Yes. But she was always called Alex. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just - I'll tell you later. Do you mean to say that you've been tailing Layton ever since, in the hope that one day you'd get him with his pants down?"

"Well, not ever since. As I said, I was only twelve at the time. There was a big search for him, but for three years there was no trace of him. It later turned out that he'd skipped over to the Netherlands and started business with some of his buddies in the drugs trade there. He didn't have any money to start with, but they took him on because he had a lot of expertise. Then they were arrested in a big police operation. He got away and came back over here. He was arrested on suspicion of Mum's murder and drug trafficking offences. I didn't know much about it at the time because Dad and Judy were shielding me from it as much as possible."

"Sorry, who?"

"I'd gone to live with my father and Judy, his second wife. He'd been pretty useless as a father while Mum was alive, but her death seemed to bring him to a sense of his responsibilities. He was brilliant after that. So was Judy. She was a good sort, always very careful to make it clear to me that she wasn't trying to take Mum's place. It can't have been easy for either of them, but they did all they could to give me a good, stable background in my teen years. I think Dad was a bit jealous because I was still so close to Evan, but he had the sense not to oppose it. He saw that Evan gave me a feeling of continuity. He'd always been there." She looked ruefully at Hunt. "I'm sorry, you asked me about Layton and I've been rabbiting on about myself."

Hunt looked very thoughtful. "Not at all. Go on."

"Layton's arrest caused a lot of bad feeling between the four of us. Dad and Judy wanted to protect me from it all as much as possible. They've never been into policing or law, and I think they were scared of reprisals against them or me from Layton or his associates, particularly if he was found not guilty. I, of course, was mad keen to be right in the thick of it. And poor old Evan was caught in the crossfire. He respected my wanting to be involved, and we knew that if it got to court we'd be key witnesses. But for some reason he was very worried about it. Maybe he was scared of Layton too, although he never said so. He was certainly under a lot of stress. His health broke down around then and he's never really been right since. But then Layton escaped before the trial."

"Hell's bells, how did that happen?"

She sighed. "Layton and a number of other prisoners were being transferred between prisons by a security firm. The van was attacked and all the prisoners were released. It's thought Layton wasn't the focus of the operation, there were a couple of suspected terrorists among those who got out. He was just collateral. There was a big stink about it and it led to a change in procedures, but the damage was done. Naturally priority was given to getting the terror suspects back. They were nailed in a couple of days, but Layton disappeared again, and I was devastated. That was when I decided that it was up to me to bring him to book if ever he surfaced again." She looked hard at Hunt. "That was why I became a police officer. To get him."

"And now you have got him, at the cost of what was nearly a fatal operation, we have sufficient evidence to nail him on explosives offences, but after all this time, can we make a case against him for your mother's death? You're our resident Layton expert. Apart from todays's little sideshow, exactly what evidence have we got against him for all his other offences? Take me through it."

She took a deep breath. "Mum's murder first, then. At the time all we had was the phone call, which was traced but of course hadn't been recorded, and Evan's and my witness statements that it was Layton who called him and what was said. I could back Evan up as I overheard the call. In addition, the bullet was recovered and was retained as evidence. As I said, Forensics got samples from the car, which didn't relate to Mum or me but did match samples from the blankets found in the boat. Mum's DNA was there too, that was where she was shot - " She paused a moment and went on. 'The missing link was that they didn't have any samples from Layton. His last conviction had been in 1981, before DNA matching came in. That was when your father took him down."

"My father and mother both," said Hunt, glowing with pride. "They met working on that case. It was their first joint triumph."

"Really, Guv? I never knew that."

"Oh, it was quite a family affair. But more about that later. I interrupted you. Go on."

"We struck luckier when he was arrested after his return from the Netherlands. First, his gun was confiscated and is still held as evidence."

"That supposes that he was still using the same gun, three years on."

"It does, Guv, but it's a big, old thing, very distinctive, and it matches the type of bullet that was used to kill her. The ballistics test carried out then was inconclusive, but the science has advanced so much in the past nine years that there's a much better chance now of getting a match. Second, DNA samples were taken when he was arrested and they match those taken from the car and the boat. Third, there are records of the interviews carried out at the time. He never admitted to the murder, but he did admit to phoning Evan." She looked at Hunt almost pleadingly. "Evan's seventy now. He's the crucial witness and he's willing to testify. But his health's been bad for years. This could be our last chance to nail Layton while Evan's still able to help. If Layton manages to get off on a legal loophole again, as he did in '81, he'll only hop abroad again. After the breakout from the security van, he vanished off the radar for three years. Then colleagues abroad spotted him in South America."

"How the hell did he manage that? Weren't ports and airports alerted after the breakout?"

"So they were, Guv. He's always been into shipping and boats. A couple of old hulks along the Thames are still registered in his name. It's thought that he took a lifeboat or an inflatable from one of them to get down the Thames to the sea. There he joined a pleasure boat which took him round to Southampton and he stowed aboard a liner there. One of his old associates from the drug and boat businesses probably helped out. Name of Edward Markham."

"Ah, Nine Toed Eddie."

"Guv?"

"More family memories. They'll keep. What happened to Layton when he went to South America?"

"He went to Brazil. Hell of a place to extradite people from. He went into partnership there with a man called Luis Rodrigues Sandoval, who had a completely legitimate shipping business which was thought to conceal some pretty nasty sidelines."

"Drugs again?"

"Yes, plus people smuggling - illegal immigrants wanting to get to North America - and the vice trade. Unfortunately he had the local police and judiciary in his pocket, so he was never investigated. Then, late last year, Layton and Sandoval parted company. It's thought that Sandoval was thinking of retiring and wanted to pull out of the illegal activities so as to leave a clean business to his children, and Layton of course opposed that. Next thing, Sandoval's yacht blew up with him on it."

"Hm, Layton and explosives again."

"Precisely, Guv. Sandoval's widow went to the police claiming Layton was responsible, and she handed over all her late husband's business records, which showed that Layton was in dodgy dealings up to his neck. A warrant was put out for his arrest, but he'd already vanished again. He tried to get associates in the drug business in a couple of other Central and South American countries to hide him, but he'd become hot property and nobody would help. To be honest, I don't think the Brazilian authorities would have minded overmuch if it had just been Sandoval who'd died, he'd been a thorn in their side for a long time, but his yacht blew up in the marina where he berthed it, and the harbourmaster and four passers-by died, including a woman and her eight-year-old son. There was no way they could ignore that."

"Jesus."

"That's always been Layton's way, Guv, it never matters to him who's caught in the fallout. Mum should have been in the car when Gran and Grandad were blown up. She was only eight at the time. She only escaped because she got out of the car to chase a balloon. Layton thought he was finishing the job when he shot her," she added bitterly. "That was what he said this morning."

"Just a minute. Was your mother's maiden name Alex Price?"

Molly gaped. "Yes. But how on earth did you know that?"

Hunt looked as though he had been punched by a champion boxer."She and my family go back a long way. Don't let this distract us from the case. So, how did Layton get back to the UK?"

"We don't know for sure, but it looks as though he must have stowed away on a ship, probably a cargo vessel from Mexico, and melted into the background when it landed here. He's been away so long, he hasn't got many contacts over here now, but he knows a lot about those who are left, and he's been into blackmail for years. That's why he can always get people to help him. And he appears to have brought over a lot of money from South America. His bank accounts there were frozen when the warrant for his arrest went out, but he'd emptied some of them already. The house where he was arrested belongs to Edward Markham - er, Nine Toed Eddie, I think you called him, Guv - and Markham's been seen bringing supplies to the place. It looks as if Layton was hiding out there, just long enough to organise another flit to the Continent or maybe stow away on a long-haul boat going further east, where it would be harder for us to get him back. That's why I was so desperate to get him while I, while we, had the chance. Another ten minutes or so and Markham might have arrived to whisk him away."

She bowed her head, silent at last, drained. I've done it for you, Mum. At last. But will it work?

"Well done." She had never heard such warmth in the Guv's voice, and looked up at him in surprise.

"Guv?"

"Bloody good summary. When you told me you have a personal interest, I wanted to see whether you really knew the case, or were letting emotion cloud your judgement as you did this morning. You've demonstrated that you know your stuff. I charged Layton with the explosives offences today to make sure we could keep him banged up while we worked on the evidence for his other sins. Tomorrow Bill and I will interview that bastard again and charge him with your mother's murder."

"Oh, Guv - "

"I'm afraid that, now you've declared an interest, I can't allow you to take part in any interviews or allow you to take any further part in the case. It could compromise the investigation."

"Of course not, Guv."

"Just as well, too. During the interview Layton kept on about wanting to see you, said there were things he wanted to tell you. Even his own lawyer was trying to shut him up. That's why I thought he'd been trying to blackmail you. Sorry I misjudged you on that."

"That's all right, Guv."

Hunt looked very serious. "But you do realise that once the Brazilians know we've got him, they'll want to extradite him. They probably won't succeed because they don't have an extradition agreement with the UK, but he's got money, and that means he'll be able to get himself a tricky legal team who can stretch it out for years. And once his lawyers find out about your connection with the case - and they will - they could try to claim that you've been carrying out a personal vendetta against their client. We've still got a long way to go on this one, and it may never get to court. Once it's gone to the CPP, it'll be out of our hands."

Molly's heart missed a beat. "Then we could lose him after all?"

"Well, given the explosive nature of today's little showdown and the current concern over terrorist activity, I'd like to see the judge who grants him bail. I'd put money on him being kept in custody while the CPP and the Brazilians thrash it out. One way or another, we can expect him to go to trial, but it could be a long time ahead, and you'll have to accept that it might not be in this country and it might not be for your mother's death."

"Oh, God…"

"He'll stay in jail for the foreseeable future, and given his age and state of health, it's unlikely he'll ever go free again. Whatever happens, it'll be some justice," he added more gently. "Better than none."

Molly stared blankly ahead of her. "Yes."

"And remember, the CPP will fight tooth and nail to keep a cop killer for trial in the UK."

"Yes. Thanks, Guv. For everything." Her face and voice were completely expressionless.

Hunt sighed. "Going back to this morning. I'm afraid I'll have to enter on your personnel record that you disobeyed my order and put your colleagues and the public in danger. But I'll also record that the operation was successful and that you apprehended a dangerous criminal. It'll be an unofficial reprimand. That's the best I can do."

"Thanks, Guv," she repeated mechanically.

He tried to smile. "Ungrateful plonk. That the best you can manage when I'm saving your career?"

"I'm sorry, Guv, really I am. Of course I'm grateful for everything you're doing for me. More than I can say. But there's nothing left."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, hoping that brusqeness might help her more than sympathy.

"I've been waiting for this for so long." Her voice was quivering with a burden of unshed tears. "Now I've done it at last, and there isn't anything else beyond it. Nothing else to do. Nothing else to live for." She broke down at last, and a whole river of tears seemed to burst from her. Thanking Heaven that he had checked that the blinds were down before he called her into the office, Hunt dropped to his knees beside her and wrapped a long arm around her.

"Shh, shh. That's right. You've got to get rid of it," he murmured, as she burrowed her face into his shoulder and cried her heart out. "You've been carrying all of this alone for too long. It's over now. He's under arrest, and he isn't getting out. You've got to get rid of it all so you can start again."

"I - I can't - "

"Yes, you can. You will." He rocked her as gently as if she had been one of his own children. "It's over. Today's the first day of the rest of your life. A new chapter. You're starting over. Shhh...."

"No - "

"Yes. You've done what you had to do for your mother. I admire you for that. But do you think she would have wanted you to shrivel up into nothing, once you'd done it? Wouldn't she have wanted you to go on being the fine girl you are, and go on to even better things? You've still got the whole world in front of you."

"You - you sound just like Dad and Evan," she managed between sobs.

"Good. Shows you should listen more to your elders and betters. Shhh..."

It took a long time, but at last the storm blew itself out, and Hunt felt confident enough to leave her side long enough to pour her a glass of water.

"Get that down you. Sorry I don't keep anything stronger in the office. My Dad would have poured half a bottle of whisky into you by now. His universal panacea."

"Th - thank you, Guv," she hiccuped, mopping her swollen eyes and sipping the water, holding the glass between her hands as though her life depended on it.

"I'd send out for tea, but I don't think anyone should see you till you've had a few more minutes to recover."

She nodded gratefully. "But sooner or later they'll have to see me looking like this. God knows what they'll think."

"They'll think I've given you a classic Hunt bollocking. You've deserved it," he growled, but she caught the gleam in his eye. "No, I'll tell them the truth. That you've just disclosed to me that you have a personal interest in the case, and that you're understandably upset. Look, I'll leave you in here for a few minutes to calm down and call a birdtable in the main office to tell them. They'll understand, Molly. They're not bad lads and lasses, you know. By the way, are you Molly now, or are you still Caroline?"

She thought for a moment. "I'll answer to either, but I want to try to get used to being Molly again. I couldn't be her for such a long time."

He smiled. "Good. I'll remember that. Shouldn't be hard. My sister's a Caroline too. After her grandmother."

"What a coincidence. That was my grandmother's name too. My mother's mother, the one who was blown up."

Their eyes met. He looked as if he was about to say something, stopped, and then said something else.

"Look - Mols - "

"What did you just call me?"

He looked embarrassed. "Sorry about that. Association of ideas. My Dad's perpetual nicknames for my Mum were Bolly and Bols. Something to do with it being her favourite champagne. You've told me you're Molly again, and I thought, Molly - Mols. Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. It was what Mum and Dad always used to call me when I was a kid. It's years since I heard it."

"Anyway - pardon me asking, but you're living alone at the moment, aren't you?"

"That's right. Have been ever since my marriage broke up. Haven't held down a relationship since then."

"Because of - all this?"

"Partly. Potential boyfriends don't like my devotion to work, and my fingers were burned by the breakup." She grimaced. "We were both too young. I was only twenty, and I liked the idea of being looked after. Big mistake. He was as idealistic and as gormless as I was. Luckily it took us only five months to work that out and agree to call it a day. Before there were any children to complicate the issue. My Dad walked out when I was six months old, so I know what that can be like for the sprogs."

"I thought so. I - look, will you let me invite you home to dinner? Allie'll be glad to meet you, she knows most of the team, and she does a mean Lancashire hotpot. Just so long as you don't mind three kids around your ankles the minute you step into the house..." The words tumbled out in an embarrassed rush, then he fell silent for a moment. "I just don't think you should be alone this evening."

She heard the urgency in those last words as she looked into the hazel eyes. She knew that there was nothing improper in his invitation. The Guv was well known to be a devoted family man. That was why he had been so incensed by Layton's insinuations that morning. Most of the team had visited him at some time or other. She had thought that, when she had achieved her goal at last, she would want some time alone. But what would she do, in her small flat all evening? Cry? Blame herself all over again for what she had done as a child of twelve? Probably drink myself senseless. She had been solitary for so long that she was touched to find someone so concerned for her.

"Thank you, Guv. I'd love to come."

The smallest of smiles graced his lips. "Good. That's settled. I'll go and have a word with the team now, then you go and wash your face and I'll get Carter to make you some tea. Then I want you to have a look at the statements on the Borough Market muggings. I'm sure there's a connection there, and you're the one to pick it out for me."

"Oh, but, Guv - "

He shook his head slightly. "No, Molly. No more Layton. That's finished for you."

TBC