Korda didn't know shit. He was just a common street thug, and sadly, he had an airtight alibi. Blake watched in frustration as the officer in the interview room started to wind up the interrogation. Another dead end. Maybe if he had been allowed to grill Korda. But Perry wanted everything done by the book this time around. That spineless bastard only wanted things done by Blake's methods when it suited him.

The phone rang and Blake glanced behind him as Ash picked it up. Blake found his gaze travelling to Jayden. The guy had come in halfway through the interview, sat down without saying a word. He stared straight ahead now, watching the suspect intently. His face was covered in forming, darkening bruises. Blake had a moment of regret. This was a cop like him for fucks sake, not a suspect. Even if he hated the prick he was still his partner. Then Jayden looked up. His eyes met Blakes and hardened in disgust. Blake stopped feeling guilty. Fuck him. The bruises looked good on him anyway.

"Shaun Mars' mother is here. She'd like to speak with you." Ash announced.

Blake strode out through the door, eager for another lead. Anything would be good right about now. As Blake walked Jayden fell into pace beside him. "What the fuck was that about at the market?" Jayden's voice was low, almost a hiss.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you. You just stood there. While Korda-" Jayden broke off as they approached Blake's desk. A woman sat there. Short brown hair, dark raincoat, she clutched her bag in her hands. She looked nervous. No, she looked at breaking point. That was what was important, Blake thought, finding the kid. Not Jayden getting pissy because he hadn't saved his useless ass fast enough.

"I like to be certain before I make a decision." Blake sat down at his desk and looked up to see Jayden staring at him with an expression of pure hate. He gave a small smile back before he turned to Grace Mars.