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A/N: At the moment listening to the heroic story of a school bus driver whose back wheel came off the bus as he was crossing a dam. On one side a full dam and the other side a huge drop. He saved the kids! Now you've heard the exciting story of the day, back to my not-so-exciting one…

Chapter Eight;
Greg

"She was terrifying. Went rabid dog on him as he walked out." Millie muttered, tapping away at the computer. To say Ms. Greg had piqued her interest was an understatement. Now back in the office she scrolled through the foreign words until she found what she was looking for then wrote it down. The check had earlier left them with nothing on Ms. Greg. She had no outstanding warrants for her arrest and no apparent record. But there was something about her Millie didn't like and now she had a good idea why. "She makes Margaret Thatcher look like a puppy dog."

Stevie glanced at Millie's computer. "What are you doing?"

"Following up on some suspicions." She found the last word then glared at the sentence. Just as she'd suspected. "'Don't tell them anything or else'" she read, sighing.

Stevie frowned. "What?"

"What Ms. Greg said in Flemish as Andrei walked out. As we were heading back here I remembered it. She said 'vertel hen om het even wat niet of anders'as Andrei walked out to talk to us. She was threatening him to shut up."

"With good reason too," Max spoke up from the desk across, having listened to Millie's words but made no effort to show he had. "She's got a record here a mile long." Millie and Stevie joined him on his desk. "Ms. Greg is her birth name, but her married name is..."

"Sandra Kowalski, you've got to be kidding me." Stevie muttered.

"No, I'm not. It appears Sandra Greg married Richard Kowalski, Nikolai Brecht's uncle, before he died in 1994." Max said, trailing through her details. "Some early charges of prostitution, back in the early nineties when she was in her 50s. Now there's a nasty image." Max actually shuddered and Millie smiled. "Two for drug trafficking, minor charges in 1999. She served three years at Her Majesty's leisure. Released in October 2002. Suspected of drug trafficking again in 2005 and then suspected of people trafficking in 2008. Last arrest was January this year when she was caught loitering outside the ports. No proof on what she was up to but with a record like hers we can guess it was due to some sort of trafficking."

"No wonder she knew the system, she's a criminal matriarch." Stevie started back to her seat. "So now we've got Nikolai Brecht's aunt looking after the kid who trashed the bar that Nikolai Brecht drinks in when he's socializing with suspected human trafficker Craig Bolt, a pastime she also partakes in. It's like Elton John's Circle of Life!"

"Don't even try and think about how Natovnia and the rest fit into this." Millie pushed herself up off Max's desk and returned to her own, clicking off the Flemish to English Online Dictionary and scrunching up the paper to throw it in the bin. "So what do we do about her? We don't have any reason to arrest her."

Max shook his head in agreement. "No, nothing, we can only watch her." He glanced at Stevie. "Hey, I didn't ask where Stuart went."

"Oh," Stevie said off-handedly, glancing back at them unaware she hadn't mentioned it when she walked in. "He's at St. Hugh's interviewing Holman again. The creep lied…"

"Go figure." Millie muttered under her breath.

"… about knowing the guy who beat him up." Stevie continued. "Nate and Mel got footage and Holman wasn't just looking right at him, he was talking to him as well."

Max shook his head, clicking through his files until he found the one on Nicholas Delaney's interview gone wrong. The DI wanted the report in less than an hour. "Doesn't surprise me. Got a view of him? Was it Yanletti?"

Stevie shrugged. "There was nothing on the video to identify him, but maybe Stuart will have more luck?"

*

"You're a liar Mr. Holman. A dirty, rotten liar."

The nurse who was attending to Mr. Holman's wounds looked up, noted the uniformed Nate Roberts behind Stuart, and dashed off without a word. Ben just shrunk lower under the covers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"How about this: we saw the footage from your bar and guess what? We saw you talking to your attacker!" Stuart gave a cold, almost mocking smile. "Now, do you want to tell us who it was or are you too scared?"

The Harley Club's usually cocky owner was beaten again and his face showed it. He sighed and gave in. "It was the Bolt kid."

Stuart frowned. "Nice try Mr. Holman but Samuel Bolt and his family are well and truly accounted for."

"Fine, whatever you believe, but it was Samuel Bolt. He told me he was after CCTV footage, was chasing up that Andrea woman himself he said. I told him he was nuts, to leave well alone, but he was determined to get it."

"What'd you do?"

"I couldn't give to him what I don't have. I've never had any decent stills of Natovnia's woman. Barely seen her before the bust, really, she's never around. Course Bolt didn't buy it, told me I was a lying scumbag and that I couldn't be trusted cos I worked with Craig Bolt. The most I've done for Craig Bolt is serve him some drinks, buy some stuff, that's all." He paused. "Personal use only." He clarified.

Stuart sighed. "Then what?"

"Said I'd call your lot." He motioned to Nate. "I turned back to grab my bookwork, assumed he'd gone, but then he's right there again holding one of the rejected steel bars from the new railings we're putting in. Starts laying into me with it. The rest is as I said."

"Samuel Bolt?" Holman nodded. Stuart frowned again. "And you're not giving me bull this time?" Another shake from the bar owner's head. "Fine, I'll check this." Wandering away from Holman Stuart glanced at Nate. "Call the station, tell Millie and Stevie to get down to the Bolt place. I have to get onto Witness Protection. If Samuel's allowed out to beat up bar owners, as much as they probably deserve it, it puts him in line to get a beating of his own." Nate nodded and grabbed his radio, starting off as he spoke into it. Stuart just glanced at Holman before withdrawing his phone and punching in the numbers.