Harry was already looking through the first printed pages New York had faxed them. When she reached the scanned photo of herself with the cigarette burn, she stopped.

"Ok, that was the last one." Chas declared, coming back from the fax with the last papers.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked James, paying no attention to Chas' return. You could feel disappointment in her voice.

Dempsey scratched his head. "Look, this was a 20 years old photo and …"

"and you thought it didn't mean anything, so you didn't bother to tell me. Well you were wrong and now Maggie's dead!" she accused.

He reacted instinctively, jabbing a finger at her "Now, that's below the belt! You know perfectly well that telling you about the photo wouldn't have changed anything, we would never have made the link!" The tension was mounting.

"Oh you think so!" she was screaming now. "How many other things did you 'forget' to tell me?"

Chas judged it was time to end this discussion. They still had a lot of work to do if they wanted to solve this case.

"Ok that's enough!" he said in a stern voice. Sixteen years at the commandment of SI10 had given him more confidence than in the years he had worked with the arguing couple. They both stared at him, surprised by the interruption. "We must get to work now, and having a row with each other won't help. It won't help Maggie, and it won't help your children if we're right to think they're going to go after them next."

They both sat back quietly. "Are you sure they're safe?" Harry checked.

"We can call the surveillance team if you prefer."

Harry nodded. She felt worn and tired.

Chas grabbed an RT "Control to Charly 2. Come in please."

When Sergeant Stuart answered and confirmed that everything was quiet, Harry felt better. She leaned back in the chair looking at her knees. Her children were safe. Yes, but for how long?

"Ok, so I sent the message back to the lab, we'll see if they can find anything. For the moment, we've got all those files New York sent us and Fry's gone in the archives to get records about criminals you arrested during your time at SI10. We should check them too."

"I'm telling you it's Coltrane." Dempsey repeated stubbornly.

Chas frowned, but nodded. "Ok, let's focus on this first." He got up, walked around his desk and leaned on it. He felt it was better not to have a desk between them when they talked about this case. He wanted Harry and James to know that he was here by their side. "I got sergeant Thompson in charge of the case, he's already looking for people who could have had connections with Coltrane on Interpol. The main question is why kidnap and kill Maggie Duncan if it's related to you."

James shook his head. "I don't know. Maggie is... was Jessica's best friend since they were kids but I can't see why they would attack her to get to me."

Harry looked up "Unless… Unless they made a mistake, unless Maggie wasn't the one they wanted."

"But your daughter said…" Chas began

"Yes I know what she said, but…" Harry paused, thinking. She suddenly shifted through the papers on the desk and took one. It was Jessica's statement. "Yes, that's it! Jessica declared that the men's words were 'That's her. The blonde.' But only a week ago,…" she stopped in mid-sentence, horrified at her own conclusion.

"Only a week ago, Jessie was blonde and not Maggie…" Dempsey finished, following her trail of thoughts. He felt a weight falling at the pit of his stomach as realization dawned on him. If the girls hadn't decided to dye their hair, his daughter would still have been blonde. Jessica would be the girl on that photo, Jessica would be dead.

"Then after all, they meant to kill your daughter." Chas sat back behind his desk. It was worst than he had thought.

Dempsey took Harry's hand in his and looked at her straight in the eyes. "I'll never let them touch our kids." he promised. "Never."

Harry wanted to nod, she knew he would never allow anyone to hurt their children, but somehow she couldn't muster the force to do it right now. Maybe it was because of the things he had hidden her, she felt it was some kind of betrayal. Maybe it was because, had those men known who Jessie really was, James wouldn't have been able to protect her no matter what he was promising now. Or maybe she was simply too emotionally-tired and scared. She didn't know what to think exactly and turned her head to stare at her knees, lost in her thoughts, lost in her fears.

"Chas, I want the case." James said unexpectedly.