" I want those tapes from the Ear in my office tonight, Dominic."

" Yes, Inspector. They're on top of it."

" Run every name in that file on Larkhill. I want to know the whereabouts of every one remaining on that list."

" Bugger, here comes a Finger." Stone spoke quietly as Creedy and one of his men entered the room.

" Get going. I'll handle this." Finch watched as Stone walked away. " Creedy. What are you doing here?"

" Several prominent party members have been murdered, Chief Inspector. This is no ordinary situation and requires more than your ordinary attention. The Chancellor demanded my immediate involvement." Creedy smirked at Finch.

" It can be rather difficult to run an investigation when all my witnesses are being detained by you." Finch replied, coolly.

" The security of information is paramount in a situation such as this. In these volatile times, mistakes like Jordan Tower, can no longer be tolerated-----if indeed, Jordan Tower was an accident, Chief Inspector."

" What the hell does that mean?"

" Terrorist seems to have a rather intimate understanding of our system. The Chancellor suspects there might be an informer." Creedy answered.

" Are you saying that I'm under surveillance, Mr. Creedy?"

" At this time. It would be smart of you to cease any investigation of matters that have long since past, and concentrate on concerns of our present, Chief Inspector."

" You mean, Larkhill?" Finch asked.

" If I were you, Mr. Finch, I'd find the terrorist, and I'd find him soon."

Finch watched as Creedy walked away. This was turning into a mess------ first, the recorded message of Prothero's. How Sutler had managed to pull his ass out of the fire on that one, he didn't know, but he did know that there was some truth in it, or Codename V wouldn't have put so much effort into having it broadcast across New London. Next, was his premeditated murder, and now, Lilliman's. " What the bloody hell are you up to, you son-of-a-bitch? What's the final outcome to be? Are you going to finish Fawkes' plan?" He spoke out loud as he emptied his pipe, then repacked it. " How many more are you going to kill?" Finch lit the pipe, puffing continuously until a ring of smoke trailed toward the ceiling. " I guess we'll all learn soon enough."

Finch turned and walked out of the room.