The following day, Dempsey poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to face the nearly empty office. Most of the officers had been sent on the field and Chas had left he and Harry half an hour ago for a meeting with 'upstairs'.

As he sat back on his chair, the door opened and Thompson came in. He had taken a couple of hours of sleep having stayed up all night. He smiled weakly. "So nothing new?"

Harry shook her head and he grabbed a chair to sit with the couple. "I went into a dozen restaurants yesterday and showed his picture but no one identified him." He sighed.

"Same here. The only people who recognized him hadn't seen him in a year and complained he owed them money." Dempsey informed him.

Harry let herself fall backwards on her chair. "Maybe we're not looking for him in the right place."

"You think my informer was wrong."

"Or maybe he fed you a wrong tip-off because he knew what happened to Lucky Willly." Dempsey suggested cannily.

"Maybe." Thompson agreed. "But then how are we going to find him?"

There was a short pause in which the three of them seemed to believe they were once again in a dead-end, silence reigned in the room. James knew the sergeant was right; they needed an idea. He glanced at his wife, hoping she might get another brilliant idea like with the pizza box but she seemed as lost as he. Then suddenly he sprang into motion and started fumbling feverishly through the papers scattered on the desk.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I'm looking for...It's got to be..." he said slowly, discarding several papers till he found the one he wanted. "Here." He handed it to the others.

It was one of the shots that had been taken in the garage. The picture showed one corner of the room littered with chewing gum wrappers, an old matchbox and other stuffs. Part of the cement floor was stained with blood.

Harry looked up, James had a big smug smile on his face. She couldn't see his point. "What about it?"

"Can't you see it?"

"See what?" Thompson was as confused as Harry.

James snatched back the photo and pointed at the matchbox. "Here. It's just like with the pizza box, the name's on the lid."

"Yeah but we don't need other Photofit, we know who we're looking for." Thompson countered.

"No, you don't get it, this matchbox comes from a club, and the club has to be located near Frank Carter's home so that the brothers or Frank went there."

"I've heard of this club." Harry took back the photo checking the name again. "Only it's at the other side of the town. If they really are there, your teams won't find them."

"I don't know..." Thompson hesitated. "I'm not sure we should spread ourselves too thin. Jarvis wants us to focus on the ..."

"Tell you what. You focus on your side of the city, we'll take care of the rest." Dempsey stood up and Harry followed his lead.

As they reached the door Thompson said "Wait! I'm coming with you."

...

"I don't believe Coltrane or the Thorn brothers to be here. If you ask me, Frankie's on his own. We could go and have a little chat with him." Dempsey observed the little house opposite the street, weighing their chances. The club idea had proved to be a good lead as it had taken them less than fifteen minutes to gain information about Frank Carter whereabouts. But now they had to be careful; they couldn't afford to lose another witness.

"I say Harry rings at the front door while we get to the back garden and we catch him when he tries to escape by the backdoor." The American suggested.

When no answer came, Dempsey turned his head, Thompson was dialling a number on his cell phone. "What do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed.

"Calling in to the factory."

"I don't know, I think you should wait until we're absolutely sure we're right."

"It could get naughty." Harry joined in.

Dempsey grumbled and shook his head, then he grabbed Thompson's phone. "Gimme that damned phone!"

Back at the SI10, Chas listened to Dempsey with a frown. It seemed he had sent all his teams on the wrong side of the town. "I'm requesting a backup unit for you, it will be with you as soon as possible."

"That's a negative." Dempsey answered. "You start an activity on the street you're gonna scare our friend away."

"Alright" Chas consented. "But I want you to keep me inform on what's going on."

"Sure boss!" Dempsey grinned and he hung up. "The boss gave us the green light, we can go!" he added joyfully to the two others.

Thompson crossed the street swiftly and edged into the back garden but before Dempsey could follow him, Harry put a hand on his forearm to stop him. He turned and looked at her with a questioning look. "A problem?"

Harry took a deep breath, watching the ground then she looked up. "I have to know..." she started and swallowed.

"Know what?" Dempsey was a bit upset, he had a suspect to catch and it wasn't tea time!

"Do you miss it?... Working for the force." She looked at him straight in the eyes. "Do you regret the fact I convinced you to quit?"

Dempsey's lips parted a bit as he considered what to answer. If truth be told, a part of him was enjoying being back in the game despite the circumstances; police work had brought back good memories. His time in the NYPD and then in SI10 had given him great satisfaction; he had always enjoyed field actions, undercover work, putting criminals under arrest... Being a cop hadn't only been a job, it had been his way of life. A way of life he had enjoyed for years. When he had resigned from the force with Harry, his life changed in many ways; no more crazy chases, no hideout alone in a car with Harry till the crack of dawn, no more shootings... Not that he really missed risking his life, but the change was still hard to take. But then, James thought of all the other things he got to live instead, all those family dinners, all those mornings waking up with his wife in his arms, all those little things that happens only once in your kids' life; all of these he could have missed. He may never have become the father and the husband he was today if he was still a cop. He might even have died before trying to do so. Harry had been right, a choice had to be made between their police career and the family they wanted.

"Not a second." He finally answered. He gave her a small kiss and added. "I loved being a cop, but I love you so much more."