'He underestimated. Underestimated the Tracys. Underestimated me.'

'Who is it?'

Jeff, Alan, Virgil and Gordon arrived back to see the whole room mobilising.

'Harry?'

'We know who it is, Jeff.'

Jeff's knees buckled momentarily but Alan was there, throwing his arm around his shoulders and holding him up. He looked across to Virgil and found him in a similar state with Gordon holding him up. But Flinn's hand on Jeff's arm gave him strength.

'Are you coming?'

'Try and stop me.'

'Dad?'

'No, Gordon. Sorry, but I need you here…'

'Dad…'

'Jeff – remember how Scott and John wouldn't leave the investigation alone back then?'

'I do. I also remember how exasperated you were with them.'

'True, I was. But your boys are men now. And I'm pretty sure the second we leave John will tell the others where we're going and they will race us to the scene. Despite what you or I say.'

'sigh You're right. Boys – if you are to come with us you need to do exactly what Detective Flinn says.'

There was a chorus of agreement before Flinn divided them into three groups – he kept Jeff with him and sent John and Alan out in one car and Virgil and Gordon in another.

Anne, standing at the window in her office, watched the convoy speed away before becoming aware of another presence by her side. Mrs Tracy had somehow known something was going on, and as a grandmother herself Anne understood that innate knowledge of just knowing something was wrong with your family. She took a liberty of snaking an arm around the older woman's waist and for a moment Sally took comfort in the touch before pulling away and patting Anne's arm.

'Mrs Tracy, would you like a cup of coffee?'

'Yes dear, that would be nice.'

Scott woke with a start, gasping for breath. For a split second he didn't understand why he couldn't move his arms…and then it all came flooding back. His ribs hurt like hell and breathing was difficult.

Scott opened his eyes and looked around. He was back propped against the wall with his wrists once more handcuffed to the rail his head was leaning against only this time instead of his hands being cuffed together above his head his arms had been pulled apart and his hands cuffed at the extremity, to the t-section where there were supporting vertical bars. It was this that was making his breathing that little bit harder. Well, that and the beating and the scarf still in his mouth. Scott didn't even attempt to try and get free and he sighed. A thought caused him to frown.

Somehow, something was different.

That last time, when Cowlishaw lost it and beat him…something about this time was different. Of course, Cowlishaw had spent the last 15 years of his life in prison, so maybe that was it.

Maybe. Scott's gut was telling him otherwise. It was screaming at him. Whatever was off, it wasn't because of *that* reason that something was different.

Then it hit him.

The room, the décor…everything was identical to when he'd been kidnapped except where Scott had been tied up. Not this time, but the first time. He hadn't noticed until now but initially he'd been tied up in the wrong place, where Virgil and Oscar had been. As his epiphany hit him the door opened and the man appeared, with table and laptop in hand.

Surely he hadn't been unconscious for a whole day! Scott thought hard…his stomach ached with hunger and he was thirsty, but no…he was sure he'd only been out a few hours.

Scott watched as the table and laptop were set up again. Watched until the man turned to him and watched him in return. They stayed locked like that for several minutes until his captor kicked Scott's foot hard.

'I'm going to remove your gag so you can talk to Daddy Dearest, ok? You kick me or anything I'll make sure you'll regret it. Understood?'

He waited until Scott nodded in agreement then he moved in close enough to remove the gag. Scott resisted the temptation to kick out in favour of testing out his theory. He worked the aches out of his jaw while his captor watched and waited for the computer to connect. When it became evident that he wasn't going to say anything Scott spoke instead.

'Who are you?'

'You know who I am.'

'No. No I don't.'

'Oh Scott, I thought I would be unforgettable!'

'Cowlishaw was – is – unforgettable. That's how I know that you are not him.'

The man froze.

But the sound of glass breaking elsewhere had him moving, not towards the door but towards Scott.