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"Jan, please." The irate man looked at the clearly angry woman. Jan was a force to be reckoned with at the best of times. If she thought her team were in danger there was no way she was going to calm down until the source of that danger had been found and neutralised.

"If you tell me to calm down." She glared.

"I wont." He sat back in his chair. Smythe appraised her, deciding that he should let her vent her spleen before sending her back to the government office she had come from. "Jean Daniel has a particular interest for you? Why?"

"He doesn't for you? Honestly?"

"All my charges hold a particular interest for me." He paused. "He is no different, although his recurrent requests for him to be moved into solitary confinement are unusual."

Jan nodded. "Who is it that makes these requests?"

"He does so, himself. At least once a week I receive a handwritten request to have him moved from a perfectly adequate communal cell to a single or solitary cell. It really is strange as most of the inmates see being moved into a solitary cell as a punishment."

Jan tilted her head, listening intently. She had never trusted Frank Smythe and she had no reason to start doing so. It was well known that he was a privately educated fool, with more money than sense. It was also well known that he had done nothing to earn the money he had - trust funds and major inheritance from his father and grandfather had ensured he never really had to work. Jan couldn't help but speculate that if he wasn't the governor of the prison he may well have been among the residents there. She let a smirk cross her lips as she picked her mobile phone from her jacket pocket.

"Who are you calling?"

"A colleague."

"Oh?" He looked at her as he stepped away from his desk, a handgun clearly visible and pointed directly at her torso. She knew he wouldn't be able to miss at such close quarters. "I don't think so. Put the phone down. Slowly."

Jan seethed, placing the phone on his desk she hoped he hadn't realised the call had already connected. Beth could hear everything that was being said.

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Ros sat quietly as the doctor examined the little girl in her basenet. The baby amazed Ros but the responsibility was overwhelming. She smiled as the doctor pronounced that little Megan was perfect and could go home that night. She took the baby from the younger woman, amazed at the milk chocolate complexion and deep brown eyes that stared back at her.

"Hear that? You're perfect." She whispered as the doctor left the room. "Daddy will be here soon and we can all go home. I bet Becky is desperate to meet you." She watched as the baby closed her eyes in sleep. It seemed her daughter wasn't in as much of a rush to get home as she was.

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"Are you certain?" Alex asked as she and Ed walked back into the office. The welsh woman raised an eyebrow.

"No, its a joke. I thought I'd ring you to tell you the governor of the prison has taken Jan hostage and released Jean Daniel as a joke." She snapped. "I heard everything. Jan managed to get the call to connect before he took her phone from her. I recorded it all."

"Ok." Ed frowned.

"No. It is not ok."

"Beth. Calm down." Alex snapped. "Jan has been doing this a lot longer than we have. You have to trust that she can take care of herself. So stop thinking about what might be happening and focus on what we know. Jean Daniel is only ever interested in two things. Money and revenge. Preferably both."

"So? Jan is being used for bait?"

"Yeah." Ed paused. "I have to ring Beckett."

"But he's on paternity leave." Beth reminded him. Ed shrugged.

"So? He's also a target for Jean Daniel. So is Ros and the baby." Ed pressed the speed dial for his best friend, hoping he would answer.

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