In her own cell Carla was nervous, had she messed up that interview. She'd kept as quiet as she possibly could, anything to try and protect Michelle. When she had caught sight of her friend earlier in the corridor she had looked away out of fright. Michelle had looked angry, not pleased at all and Carla instantly assumed it was her fault. It had to be, if she hadn't had gone back to the factory and put herself in danger by being alone with Frank, Michelle never would have had to fight to save her. She was still crying when again the officers returned to her cell and pulled her from it.

Carla was escorted back to the interview room. She had already told them that she had told them everything she knew even if that was a lie. What more could they possibly want to know and she couldn't help wondering if they had pulled Michelle again. Carla sat nervously as the detectives bundled back into the room and made themselves comfortable opposite her. One looked tougher than the other and certainly acted that way. He was very intimidating as he cracked his knuckles whilst his colleague got the tape ready for Carla's second interview since she arrived at the station.

"We have some more questions for you Ms Connor" started the less intimidating detective.

"Now, we have established why you were at the factory and why Miss Connor was there too but what we don't understand fully is why you let her murder an innocent man?" quizzed the detective coolly and calmly.

"I didn't" Carla blurted out carelessly.

"So Ms Connor, are you saying that you had nothing to do with the murder of Frank Foster?" asked the more intimidating of the two.

"Yes" she blurted out carelessly again.

"So you are admitting that you are a witness to Miss Connor murdering him then" stated the other detective again.

"No, no I am not" said Carla now feeling confused. They were tricking her on purpose, asking awkward questions to try and catch her out.

"So what are you saying Ms Connor?" he quizzed with a grin.

"I…I…" stammered Carla as she turned to look to the appointed representative at her side for guidance. What ever she said they were going to try and twist it.

"If you could just clearly explain to my client what it is that you are tying to say" stated the lawyer clearly.

"Hmmm" mulled the detective "See I think that you and Miss Connor planned this. You previously accused the victim of rape and then when you didn't get the justice you thought you deserved you two hatched a plan to murder him to get him out of your life"

Carla shook her head but the detective continued.

"We have analysed all the evidence Ms Connor and it all adds up to the murder. We have also been notified that you had further motive when you discovered that he had managed to take your half your factory. You didn't like that he had done that, and you and Miss Connor thought you'd get revenge didn't you?" He accused.

Carla shook her head denying the allegation. It was all untrue Frank had attacked her and so Carla carelessly started to shout defending herself and trying to tell them the truth but they weren't listening. She was crying hard, pleading for them to listen to her and blurting out the true events of the night in one big mumble. Every detail and it was the confession they had been looking for. Carla Connor had just admitted to being an accessory to murder and they had it all on tape.

"With the evidence collected we are charging you with being an accessory to the murder of Frank Foster"

Carla was in shock, an accessory she supposed was true but it was all so much to take in. If she was being charged with accessory then Michelle must be being charged with murder. Did she confess?

The detectives went through the usual speech about her rights and if she said anything how it could be used but Carla wasn't paying any attention. She had taken in anything as they pulled her from her seat and manhandled her as they forced her back to her cell.

She couldn't think at all about anything else but what she was being accused of. This was it her and Michelle were going to be charged with Frank's murder and there was nothing she could do. She tried to think things through clearly as she sat alone when she thought about what the officer had said about the factory. They can only have known from one source, it had to be Anne.

Had they been set up, Frank and Anne planning to corner her and get something to happen that made it look as though it was the result of a calculated revenge plot. Surely they hadn't, they couldn't have known her and Michelle would have been in the factory that night at the same time. Anne had gloated that Carla was just a jealous cow now that her son had taken what he deserved from her but she wasn't smart enough to set them up like this, planning and scheming was her son's trick. Carla suspected this was Anne's way of getting revenge, it was no secret she hated her.

Michelle found out moments later what she was being charged with and she threw herself into a full on fit of rage. Protesting her innocence so loudly as she was dumped back in her cell that even Carla could hear her shouting that they were wrong. Her friend sounded so distressed. Michelle had definitely lost her nerve since earlier. She'd been so confident that all would be ok and now to find her little plan had unravelled so wildly thanks to Anne's statement of lies that she was now scared and frustrated at herself for being so stupid as to think they could get away with it.

In the waiting room and officer came finally to greet Peter who had been waiting for near on eight hours to find out what had happened to Carla. He was sleepy and irritable as they led him into a consultation room and he took a seat. Shrugging his shoulders he got ready for an explanation. The officer delivering the news sat confidently as he began to explain the night's events to him.

"Your girlfriend and Miss Connor have been charged with the murder of Frank Foster earlier this evening Sir. They will remain in custody until the trial"

Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. It surely wasn't true. There was no way on earth Carla and Michelle would have murdered Frank unless he had provoked an attack and Peter knew Frank was good at bringing these things upon himself with the way he behaved. He was outraged, that scumbag had won again. Standing up he knocked the plastic chair back and stormed out of the room, the officer hot on his heels as Peter marched carelessly through the corridors in search of Carla. He needed to see her, reassure her that he would not leave her side in all this.

He was quickly apprehended and marched back to reception where he was escorted from the premises and told what would happen should he return and cause further disruption. Peter was angry but understanding the risks took himself off home but he wouldn't give up on Carla. He knew she wasn't guilty.