"Alright, see you tomorrow Chas." Dempsey closed his cell phone and pocketed it. "Seems our information on little Frankie were a bit outdated."

"So they haven't found Carter either." Harry guessed.

"Nope."

"We've been looking for him for two days, you'd think we'd have come up with something now."

"Look he changed of place, of job, but we know he is in London. Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow."

Harry nodded. "Maybe."

"Tell you what, we're gonna to the restaurant tonight."

"The restaurant? I can't see anything worth celebrating!"

"Being with you..." he surmised. "Come on, there might not be anything to celebrate, but I could do with a bit of fun. You too."

Harry gave him a little smile and followed him in the semi-darkness of dusk.

...

It was nearly midnight when they entered in their temporary home. It had been a long draining day, walking around the city, looking for someone who might know where Frank Carter was living today. And the lack of result wasn't helping to lift the mood.

Throwing her shoes in a corner, Harry entered the living room. "I want nothing more than to soak in a hot bath for hours." She moaned, rubbing the back of her neck.

James smiled and approached her from behind, starting a little massage on her shoulders. "Need some help to rub your back maybe?" He whispered in her ear.

Harry grinned and not bothering to wait for her answer, he turned her to face him and started to kiss her forehead, then her nose, sliding his arms around her slender body. It felt so good, he had been longing for this moment for days. Harry put her head on his chest, enjoying the moment.

Dempsey started caressing her hair, her shoulders and his hands stopped on her arms. He pushed her slightly to look at her straight in the eyes. Their eyes locked on each other and at last there was only love to see, the same mutual desire to be together shone out of their interlocked eyes. A genuine happy smile started growing on both faces; James approached her, his nose brushing on hers, his lips barely an inch away from hers. "I love you so much" he murmured.

He was just about to kiss his wife when someone rang at the door. He put his forehead on hers and closed his eyes in frustration. 'Damn! The timing couldn't have been worse'

Disentangling herself from his embrace Harry walked across the room and opened the door. DS Thompson gave her a weak smile. "I know it's late but... we found something and I thought you might want to hear about it."

"Sure, come in." Harry invited him. He gave her a curt nod.

"Coffee?" Dempsey offered, recovering quickly from his frustration. Thompson opened his mouth but hesitated so James added "Hey, it's free!"

The sergeant smiled. "Thanks"

Five minutes later they were all sitting on the sofa, a mug of warm coffee in their hands.

"So you found Frankie?" Dempsey asked, wondering if another of their suspect had been killed before they could ask him any questions.

"No, no." Thompson shook his head. "One of my informers told me he was working for some small restaurant but he couldn't tell me more about it. We'll have to check that tomorrow."

"So what brings you here?"

"You know we tried to dig into Coltrane's past to see if we could find names related to our case."

"I thought you didn't find anything, that it was a dead end." Having spent hours poring over lists of names herself, Harry couldn't see why he was bringing the conversation round to this subject again.

"True." The sergeant confirmed. "But in the middle of all his bribes and money from corruption, I spotted a few different transactions. Nothing related to the case it seemed but I dug a bit further. I found out that Coltrane used to give regularly nice little sums of money to one Laura Banning."

"Never heard of her." Dempsey frowned.

"She died two years ago in a dingy hospital. Cancer. So I wondered why Coltrane used to transfer money to her in the early eighties and noticed she was the single mother of Derek Banning. The transfers started a few months after his birth."

He paused a second for the information to sink in. "I checked him; regular kid, no criminal record. But the fishy part is that after Laura Banning's death we found no trace of her son. No home, no bank account, nothing. He just disappeared." He said clapping his fingers.

"So you're saying that..." Harry began, unsure of where this was leading them.

"Coltrane had a son." Dempsey finished.