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Clear up Squad?
Harry stepped back as the body was cut down. It was clear that Tracey Brewer was not going to be troubling them anymore. He grabbed his phone as Ros placed latex gloves on her hands before checking the body.
"Why would Tessa do this? Surely keeping the daughter onside would benefit her?" Ros stepped back. Harry nodded.
"Tessa is not exactly known for her patience. She never was. If this girl." Harry glanced at her, disturbed that the woman was only roughly the same age as Graham. His stomach turned, wondering how anyone could drag their child into the murky world Brewer had dragged his only child into. "If this girl got in her way or was of no more use to her then I don't doubt she would be behind this."
"Tessa? Doing her own dirty work?" Ros knelt down, looking under the bed where Tracey's body now lay while the clean up team worked around them. Carefully she retrieved the small smart phone from under the bed.
"Ros?"
"Password protected." Ros glared at the small phone, knowing that she would have to wait until Tariq or Malcolm could break the code and access the contents. Part of her believed it would be full of photos, a facebook page and maybe a few answerphone message. Another part believed Tracey had hidden the phone for a reason.
"Come on." Harry looked around as the clean up team worked around them. Ros nodded once before heading out of the apartment with him.
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The assorted officers sat around the Briefing Room table in silence. Zaf glared at the polished wood, aware that there was nothing he could say or do to stop Zoe going undercover. Her assertions that it was her cover that stayed intact at the prison did little to appease the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Ruth glanced across the table as Erin entered the room.
"Tracey Brewer is dead." Harry stated calmly.
"We still have to go in." Erin stated. "If Tracey was murdered."
"There were ligature marks on her wrists." Ros stated. "She was killed."
"Then we still have to go in."
"She was murdered." Adam began as the rest of the room fell silent. "Because she was known to have visited the bandstand this morning. Maybe it wasn't just us watching her. Maybe Tessa and her friends in Nightingale thought she was going to be turned."
"And if I don't turn up tomorrow I confirm that their suspicians." Zoe tucked a strand of mousy hair behind one ear.
"This is getting ridiculous." Harry folded his hands in front of him. "Lucas, your contact is determined Nightingale have staged it all, Brewer insighted a race riot at the prison." He sighed. "Now Tracey Brewer is dead."
"It doesn't seem that she was killed the same way Nightingale used in the past." Beth looked up. "I wasn't around for the original case but didn't their CIA mole end up with a bullet in her head?"
"Sarah Caulfield." Lucas muttered as Ros narrowed her eyes. She took a deep breath before turning back to her team.
"She was killed the same day as the hotel bomb." Ros' voice was dispassionate. "I thought I told you all to get up to speed on Nightingale. You wont always have me and Ruth to fill in the details." Harry glanced at his Section Cheif, aware the memories the mention of Sarah Caulfield evoked were not pleasant for anyone. "Sarah Caulfied was killed, execution style. A professional hit in her hospital bed. Tracey Brewer's death was staged to look like suicide."
"Different assassins." Calum shrugged his shoulders.
"Really?" Ros rolled her eyes. "Nightigale wanted us to know they killed Caulfield. They wanted Brewer to look like she had developed some psychosis and ended it all."
"Why?" Ruth bit her bottom lip. "Why now? And why would Dominic Brewer sanction it?"
"That's what I intend to find out." Harry got to his feet, effectively ending the meeting. Adam and Lucas exchanged glances. Neither of them were entirely happy with the way the operation was going. London was still in the grip of riots with tension at an all time high. While not on the scale of previous riots a few years earlier it was clear they were being orchestrated by the likes of Brewer, and probably with the backing of Nightingale.
"Harry."
"Go on." Harry stared at Lucas.
"Eva is convinced that everything that happened before this dates back to the hotel bomb." Lucas paused. "That the bombing was only a trial run."
"Bloody effective trial run." Ros narrowed her eyes. She glanced at the scar on her arm, the only visible reminder of being trapped under burning masionary for hours. Lucas watched as she seemed to collect herself, every instinct telling him to get her away from anything related to Nightingale but he knew there was no way she would back down. If her team were in dager then Ros was going to be the one to put herself on the line.
"Ok." Harry paused. "We take this information as reliable until proven otherwise. Since she defected Eva has always given us reliable information. Tariq? Anything you can add to the discussion?"
"Tracey's phone was easy enough to break into. The password was her birthday. People seriously still do that?" He shook his head as Ruth smiled slightly at his complete horror at the idea. "It's the stuff behind the firewall she put up that is difficult to get into."
"I'm putting it through counter encryption." Malcolm stated. "We will have an idea what the contents are by the end of the day. I really must get back to it." He nodded before leaving the room, quickly followed by the other technical officers. Moments later the Briefing Room cleared, leaving Ruth and Harry the only people remaining.
"Harry I don't like this." Ruth got to her feet as he watched her. For a moment he was silent.
"Neither do I."
"Zoe and Erin are walking into a trap." Ruth continued. "We all know it."
"Tessa knows Zoe." Harry paused. "It's highly likely she will have informed whoever it was who killed that vile woman that we are sending in someone undercover. Whatever Tessa is planning she is heavily involved in Nightingale. But it has to be a recent thing, we'd have picked her involvement up earlier." Ruth looked away for a moment. "Ruth?"
"This is going to end badly, Harry. I can feel it."
"Ruth." He crossed the room to her, resting a hand on her arm.
"They know where we are, what we are doing before we do it. That woman was murdered before you got there, literally moments before. They knew you were coming. I've been abducted. You were almost killed. Zaf's cheek is still fractured." She stopped as he touched her face.
"You think we have a mole?"
"No Harry." She held his gaze. "I think we are being watched."
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A/N More soon if anyone wants me to go on. PLease review