Back in Gene's office, Skyler May eyed Alex in a way that could only be described as challenging.

"DI Drake," she smiled sweetly, "pleasure as always."

"Er, yeah," Ray said awkwardly, trying desperately to keep his eyes off Skyler's chest. "So…" Quick you twonk, think of something Drake would say! "Erm…news. Yeah. You had the names of some bastards?"

Gene raised his eyebrows. "Blimey, you're beginning to sound like me, Bolly. Anyway, yes, names. What do yer know, Skyler?"

Skyler crossed one leg over the other, exposing more of her thigh.

Oh Lord give me strength, Ray thought desperately, suddenly finding something very interesting on the floor to stare at.

"Yes," Skyler smirked, "you arrested three out of the seven blokes yesterday, didn't you? Charged them and everything? Well I've found out two of the others. They were gloating together in one of the local pubs last night about escaping the police on the Rothmore job, so I know I'm right."

"What are their names?" Gene asked.

"Paul Grahams and Cairo Rodrigos. I checked with the bar man; he said they were regulars," Skyler purred, flashing her million-dollar smile.

"So Guv," Ray spoke up, "do we…ur…call them in?"

Gene stared at him. "No Bolly, we let 'em walk free! What do yer think? Get Raymondo or Christopher on it. Now."

"Right Guv," Ray nodded, opening Gene's office door, "Chris, find the details for Paul Grahams and Cairo Rodrigos. Bring 'em in."

"Yes Ma'am," Chris nodded, getting straight up and to it.

"Thanks, Skyler," Gene nodded, flashing her a rare smile, "you've been a real help."

"Never a problem for you, Mr Hunt," Skyler giggled flirtatiously, "in fact, I quite look forward to my little trips into CID."

"And you know what we look forward to," Alex piped up, "your little trips out of CID!"

Skyler stared at her. "Since when did your Detective Sergeant get all hot and bothered?"

"Ignore 'im, he's a twonk," Gene spat angrily, "got hit in that Jackson's Army explosion with DI Drake and 'as been a bit doo-lally all bloody day!"

"Oh, so that's why she's often a bit off?" Skyler said in a mock whisper, shooting Ray a superior smirk.

"No, that one's always been a fruitcake," Gene said simply, "anyways, off 'ome with yer, Skyler. 'Ow yer getting back?"

"Oh I don't know," Skyler simpered in a horribly fake voice that made Alex's skin crawl, "and I don't like taxis. Or buses. Or trains. And it's way too far to walk, DCI Hunt, Sir."

"I'll drive yer," Gene nodded, "Quattro keys, anyone seen 'em?"

Thinking fast, Alex grabbed them off the side, hoping that no-one saw.

"Your Detective Sergeant just grabbed them, DCI Hunt," Skyler said sweetly, "they're in his hands."

"Excellent, thanks Ray," Gene said, snatching them out of Alex's hands. And with that, Gene and Skyler flounced out of CID.

"Stupid little tart," Alex muttered angrily, "not that I care anyway. Never drives me home in the middle of the day though. Stupid bastard."

"You all right, Ray?" Shaz frowned. "You been acting a bit funny today, you 'ave."

"Yeah Ray," Ray snarled, "start acting more like yourself, okay?"

Alex glared at him.

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A couple of hours later, Gene and Ray were in the interviewing room with Paul Grahams. He was early forties with greying hair and scars. He certainly looked as if he could be Jackson's Army material.

"So where were you," Ray stuttered, beginning with the easy stuff, "between the hours of one o'clock and three o'clock in the afternoon yesterday?"

Paul shifted awkwardly. "I was out."

"I know you were out, yer stupid bastard, you were blowin' up bloody Rothmore House!" Gene barked.

"Guv," Ray said, "you can't say that yet. We need evidence." Nice one, Ray, Ray thought smugly.

"Because we seem to have a quote from a reliable source of you and a fellow member of Jackson's bloody Army laughin' and braggin' about gettin' away in the pub last night," Gene continued, "so. Care to get yerself out o' that one?"

"I weren't in no pub last night," Paul insisted, "and I weren't at this stupid Rothmore 'ouse place neither. I ain't got a clue where it is."

"Rearrange the following words," Gene shouted, "is bollocks bloody that!"

"So where were you then," Ray sighed, "you must have an alibi if yer weren't there."

Paul remained silent.

"Fine," Gene growled.

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They didn't have much more luck with Cairo Rodrigos. He was mid-thirties with dark skin and a boyishly handsome face. Unluckily for Ray, Cairo had taken a lecherous liking to Alex and kept sending winks and seductive signals across the table. It made Ray feel quite sick.

"I've got nuffink to do wiv the Jackson tossers," Cairo laughed, "if I had, I'd stand up well proud and admit it. But unfortunately, I weren't nowhere near the little rich kids' party."

"Seem to know an awful lot about it though, don't yer, sonny," Gene snarled, "don't recall us tellin' you it were a party for the snobs!"

"You must have had something to do with it then," Ray piped up. Cairo eyed him, and winked.

"Look babe," he smirked, "news travels fast round London, don't it? I heard about it, okay?"

"So where we you yesterday afternoon then, smartarse?" Gene demanded.

"Where was I?" Cairo laughed again, avoiding the question.

"Oh we may not know where you definitely were yesterday but I do know where you'll definitely be in about five minutes!" Gene growled threateningly.

"Gettin' a blowjob from your tasty inspector 'ere hopefully…"

With that, Cairo was sent flying across the room by Gene.

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After questioning Cairo, Ray met Alex in the kitchenette off the side of Gene's office and informed her about the suspects.

"Didn't get nothin' out of either of them though," Ray muttered, "apart from the fact that Rodrigos fancies the pants off you. Me. Whoever."

"Yeah, great," Alex whimpered. Ray frowned. It was obvious she was distracted.

"Ma'am, what's up?"

Alex gulped.

"Ray, I am absolutely desperate for the toilet…"