It was late on Monday as a dark haired man with a big grin on his face strolled down one of the NYPD corridors. He was joking with former colleagues, recalling the good old times when they had worked together. The man had left the force years ago now, but he was still in touch with some old friends from his NYPD time.

As they went past the coffee machine, the dark haired man opened a box and stuffed hungrily a doughnut in his mouth.

"The only reason you keep visiting us is not to see old friends but to eat our doughnuts!" A police officer in his fifties teased.

"That's the only reason why I ever started working here in the first place Tony! Free doughnuts!" The first man joked back.

"You'll never change! You'll always be a clown Dempsey!"

"Dempsey?" A cop repeated nearby.

"Yeah?" Dempsey turned to see the man.

"Lieutenant James Dempsey?" The cop checked and without waiting for the answer he added "You didn't change much."

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"No, not really. I'm inspector Davis." He reached out to shake Dempsey's hand.

Tony Cooper intervened in his low slow voice. "Davis joined the NYPD five years ago. You wouldn't have met him. He's working mostly on cases implying cop's corruption."

"Your name popped up in one of my cases." Davis explained. Dempsey was a bit flustered so Davis added "Coltrane, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember…" Memories of Coltrane flashed back in his mind instantly. Joe's death on the docks; his forced undercover in London; Butch lying on the floor telling him… He shook his head to get rid of those bad memories. "But Coltrane's dead! He died some ten years ago in a cell. He's history." he concluded.

"Yes I know that, but there are still friends of him out there. We arrested a bunch of them last week. It seems some of them haven't forgotten you."

Dempsey raised his eyebrows, taken aback.

"Maybe you'd be interested to see that." Davis beckoned him towards his desk. "They tried to destroyed everything when we forced our way inside their hidey-hole but we manage to get that" And he took a file out of one drawer.

There was a pile of documents, concerning their research and underneath was a smaller file in which Davis chose a few sheets of paper. The first one was a picture of Dempsey some 20 years ago. The present-Dempsey sighed and grabbed the photo. 'You didn't change much'… well he could see a few differences! A smile crept on his face as he recalled the time at which this picture had probably been taken. It almost seemed to belong to another life. Then he noticed the picture which had been below this one and the grin disappeared of his face. He discarded his own picture on the desk and grabbed the next one.

It was the photo of a beautiful woman with light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. This picture too had been taken some 20 years ago, but it wasn't intact. There was a round black burn on the forehead of the woman, like one made with a cigarette. "Harry." he murmured and brushed the surface of the mark with his thumb.

"What a waste of a beautiful picture hey!" commented Davis, shaking his head. "So, you knew this girl?"

But Dempsey was lost in his thoughts. Why did Coltrane's friends had a picture of Harry? Could she be in danger? Should he check Harry was fine? Instinctively he reached out for his jacket pocket where he kept his cell phone before realizing it was no use. He couldn't call her. Lowering his hand, he looked back at the picture with the black burn; it had destabilized him more than he would have thought it could. But then this was nothing more than a twenty years old picture; it couldn't mean anything. Not anymore.

But still, why keep this picture for so long?