Boris looked over his shoulder at Belikov, he'd seen enough. Taking Robyn's hand from the door surround and putting his other arm around her shoulders he gently led her away. He waved over an officer that was packing away some equipment and motioned for him to sit with Robyn in one of the pews before he rejoined Belikov.

The two men walked over to a quiet corner and Belikov told Boris what he knew, "We found traces of the priest's blood in the indentations, he mustn't have cleaned the blade off when he killed him and came in here to leave you his note. The blood on the floor and the hand prints doesn't match the priest's type so we're guessing its Morgan's. To write that message he must have been holding his knife by the blade, it would have taken him hours which means we think he was here at the same time we were."

"You can't be serious!" Boris struggled to maintain his voice at the level of a whisper.

"When we got here the confessional door was closed. After we came back from taking the body to the van it was open. We saw the message and searched the whole church, there are more hand prints going down one corridor and by the side exit. There wasn't much of a crowd then, he could have gotten away without being seen."

Well aware of his surroundings, Boris stopped himself from swearing as he paced up and down. "He calculated this! It's so elaborate. Kill the priest, take his head and gift wrap it with a CD before sending it to Robyn, come back here and right under your noses write this note. How long do we think the priest was dead?"

"I think the clue might be on the wall. He would have confessed before going to be baptised. Three days gives him plenty of time to take the head, possibly drain all the blood out and like you say gift wrap it with a CD and send it through the parcel service to Robyn. He knew we'd investigate so he comes back here and hides up, locks all the doors and waits. I thought Lily was bad, I thought Cain was sick but this guy is just way beyond."

"Something bothers me though."

"What?"

"Where would he have the resources to make a CD and how could he have gotten hold of the box and the gift wrap let alone gone to the parcel company and gotten them to take the parcel? You heard them out there, they know him, they know who he is and I'm as sure as he..." Boris caught himself before he swore, "I'm as sure as anything we would have been alerted if he'd been seen."

Belikov ran a nervous hand across the back of his neck, "I'm not sure I like what you're insinuating."

"Neither do I but I hate to say it. He had help."

Both men suddenly felt a twinge of extreme disconcertment.

Langford was sat at his desk trying to piece together the bare bones of the report to Headquarters that Boris was going to finish off and send when he heard a knock on the door. Setting his pen aside he called for the knocker to come in and was a little surprised to see Kit walk through the door. Considering the clown's presence for a moment he gestured for him to take a seat in Boris' chair and watched as he slowly strolled over to it and sat down.

"I love what you've done with the place." Kit tried to say light heartedly but his attempt at humour seemed somewhat strangled.

Spreading his hands, Langford leaned forward on his desk. "You didn't come here to talk to me about the changes we've made here since we turned it into our base. What's up?"

"You don't happen to know where Robyn is do you? Robbie's asleep and she's not at home, I don't particularly want to run around the town trying to find her."

"Boris mentioned you'd had another argument so I can see how you asking around for her could be particularly awkward. She's gone with Boris to Greentown, there was a development on the headless priest situation and the unit leader asked for her. I can't be certain how long they'll be gone for but if I see her before you do I'll tell her you're looking for her."

Kit forced a smile, "Thanks Langford."As he got up from the chair, Kit looked up and saw a lewd poster on the ceiling above Langford's head. "Does the Mayor know about that?"

Langford looked up and smiled at his topless model poster, "Nope. Saying that you're the first civilian to come in here. We don't normally allow tourists into our bases."

"Fair enough. Well thanks again, I'll see you about I'm sure."

As Kit left the room, Langford watched him go and turned his attention back to his paperwork. Underneath the notes for the report there was a requisition form he needed to work on as well. Boris had been none too impressed to find the priest's head in the mess fridge with their food supply, nor had any of his colleagues. He'd single handedly had to clear out and sterilise the fridge once the head had been removed and throw out all of the food. As added punishment for his gross oversight he had been ordered to fill out a requisition form for a new fridge and every other item of equipment they were lacking in and order and pay for take aways for all of the men until the new fridge arrived. With so many different people with a whole mix of tastes he was going to be making a lot of different orders from a variety of different places.

Boris stepped gingerly into the room where the murder had occurred. Situated at the very back of the church through a door shielded by a curtain that ran the length of the far right wall of the altar it was well hidden. The baptismal pool once filled with pure, sacred water was now red with blood where the body had been found floating on the surface. Blood was splashed all the way up one wall and he tried to tell himself he didn't see flecks on the ceiling. Not only had Morgan desecrated that holy room he had sacked the whole church with his vile deed. Looking around him he wondered just what the fate of the church would be now.

Dragging his hands backwards on his face and turning his back on the grotesque scene, Boris issued his orders. "Do a house to house; someone had to have seen something. Someone might have seen him leave and give us a good idea of a direction he might have gone in. Seal off the church and don't let anyone in here. Do an autopsy on the priest and determine how long he's been dead officially. Get CCTV footage from the parcel depot so we can try to identify who Morgan's helper is. If he's helping Morgan he might be hiding him, if you make contact notify me immediately. Given the circumstances I'm authorising you all to use deadly force but do not put yourselves in danger. You know what he can do. I have the priest's head in the boot of my car, if someone would like to get it and reunite it with his body I'll get Robyn out of here."

Their orders received, the unit dispelled leaving only Boris and Belikov in the room. Boris knew that Belikov was hanging back because there was something he wanted to ask him, looking at his subordinate he nodded to tell him he could speak.

"About Robyn," Belikov began, "Can we trust her? She helped Morgan get out of Lazytown after all, if Olaf hadn't used that non lethal she'd have died for him."

"I trust her. She helped him but if she hadn't there could have been more than three deaths in that house."

"It doesn't really matter since two of the survivors died last week." Belikov broke the news as he turned and faced the baptismal pool again, "If this is his way of showing his gratitude for her helping him I'd hate to see what the opposite would be."

"I didn't know anyone else had died." Boris stated, looking at Belikov with surprise.

"You should read your communiqués more often Boris, you've been told about that by Headquarters before. Speaking of Headquarters, what have you told them?"

Boris let out a long sigh, "I haven't told them anything yet. Where do I start? How do I tell them that he was right here and he just slipped through our fingers? This is just another in a long line of blunders and we're in way over our heads."

"If I'm honest Boris, I've already reported my failure to Headquarters. I'm being shipped back to the Island first thing tomorrow morning. Your job is safe. I've taken full responsibility, you might still get some heat but it's nothing compared to what I can look forward to."

"Why take full responsibility? Why would you do that?"

"You're a good leader and your team can't lose you. Langford is all well and good, I like him, but he isn't you. Besides, you got splattered enough when it hit the fan after Elias was exposed. No one deserves to go through what you went through again. You were one of the very few that made it through the investigation process intact, this organisation can't afford to lose that."

Unable to find any words to speak, Boris turned to his subordinate and shook his hand. Both men exchanged a joyless smile before turning and leaving the room. Belikov continued walking as Boris stopped in front of where Robyn was sitting and crouched down so he was more level with her.

Her hand was still shaking when he cupped it in his, "Let's go home."