Really?

Kate stood with her arms folded across her chest as she watched Joe and Sam interview Luke Partridge. She knew the computer monitor only gave her half of the picture. Sam looked the epitome of calm as a clearly agitated Partridge tapped the desk in the interview room. Along with Natalie she watched the scene intently.

"So you admit you had a gun." Joe spoke softly. His demeanour more like the average bored teenager than a detective constable.

"Yeah." Partridge nodded.

"Ok." Sam paused. "Where did you get it?"

"Found it didn't I? Like you. In my possession. One day it weren't there and then next day it was." Sam narrowed his eyes.

"You've shot people before."

"And you lot have arrested the wrong man before."

"Oh come on!" Sam snapped. "We have witnesses who saw you fire the gun at DS Brooks and Devlin. Why did you do it?" Sam watched as the cocky young man in front of him slumped back in the chair. He knew he had him.

"Money was good. Saying no more." He glanced toward the solicitor next to him. "I say NO more!" Sam got to his feet as Luke paced the room.

"Interview suspended." He clicked the tape recorder as he and Joe left the room.

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Matt got to his feet, the room spun slightly as the effects of the analgesia hit him. Alesha was immediately on her feet, ready to steady him.

"Woah." She smiled as he closed his eyes. "Careful. The nurse did say you'd feel a bit strange."

He nodded. "I'm fine, Lesh." She raised an eyebrow as he focused. "Head is just a long way from the floor."

"About six foot three inches away." She teased as he sat back down. "Matt, you have a bullet hole in your shoulder. You're lucky it." She paused as he took her hand.

"I'm lucky I have you. And Cameron. I know." She kissed his cheek as he flashed his best charm smile. "Home?"

"Home." She smiled as he squeezed her hand and smiled.

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Ronnie walked back through the station; his conversation with Sam weighed heavily on his mind. There was no way either him or Matt would be allowed to talk to the suspect but he couldn't shake the feeling something had been missed. He headed out towards the car park, hoping a change of scenes would help to clear his mind. He knew Matt was being discharged home and the boys were pretty certain they had the right man in custody. Things should have felt right. Sighing he walked along the streets, passed an off licence before finding himself at the cemetery. Sighing heavily he walked towards the familiar bench on the edge of the church yard.

"Wes, mate." He sat down. "You got any ideas on this? Because I'm stumped. You knew Jimmy Valentine, what are we missing? What are Sam and the others not getting?" He stared at the ornate headstone. "Saw Michelle last week. She's doing ok. Her and the kids." He paused. "She misses you though. Dunno why, you always were a miserable sod." He ran his hand over his face, imagining his old friend laughing. "She's not the only one." He leant forward, suddenly aware that he wasn't alone. Someone was watching him. Ronnie turned slightly, cursing his own inane paranoia just as the gun shot ran out.

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