have a relationship with her.""Just one with Pete, huh?"She sipped her champagne, looking away from him. "That's my business.""I know; I was just curious. He seemed put out at my presence. He's a good guy, if he stays off the wacky tobacco.""What?""I've known him for a while; he's very good at his job, but I know he's a bit of a groover—nothing against it, unless it interferes with work. Sometimes the pressure gets to him.""Really?""Does to us all.""Can we talk about the case?"He nodded."I don't think my having interviewed Julia is that beneficial. I would prefer to do the search of Honour and Damien Nolan's farmhouse.""I want you at the Wimbledon house.""Cunningham actually gave me the choice.""Well, I'm not."She hesitated. "The henhouse at Honey Farm: when I was there,Honour was very keen to point out why it was locked—foxes getting to the hens,she said—but maybe there's something else inside.""I'm sure the lads will cover everything."She finished her glass of champagne."You want another?""No, I should get as much sleep as possible."Langton shrugged; he still had half of his pint left. "Julia Brandon, from reports, seems very keen to get Frank's body released for burial.""Well, he was her husband," Anna said."Maybe it's the death certificate she wants. Something just sort of niggles if, as you believe, it was a marriage of convenience.""Well, she does come into half a million life insurance.""I know." Langton drank his beer, then placed the glass down carefully on the table. "She's also got quite a tidy sum, right? Even though she took out four million quid?""Yes.""I wonder if this is all down to money.""I don't quite follow. What is?""The reason Fitzpatrick is back. What if he's running out of cash? To stay on the run costs; he's lost houses all over the U.S., sold his boat a few years back. If he was the partner who left her all the dough—and it's looking as if this Anthony Collingwood could be Fitzpatrick—he could be putting pressure on Julia to release her cash back to him. Maybe she doesn't want to lose it."Anna smiled. As always, Langton was putting his finger onto the motive that had not even been brought up by the investigation. She pulled her coat around herself to keep out the chill. "You know, the house in Wimbledon might not reveal any evidence that Fitzpatrick was there. She only moved into it about eight months ago." "Which would coincide with her hiring Frank Brandon." Langton pulled at his hair. "I need you to get the bloody time frame ironed out. It's important we know the exact dates Frank started to work for her, and we need the date that Donny Petrozzo died. It has to have been after the murder of Frank, right?""Yes.""And Julius D'Anton died after Petrozzo?""Maybe. It's not been verified; they're not sure how long he was in the water. All we know is that both of them died from an overdose of Fentanyl.""Yes, I know that," he said impatiently. He continued trying to coordinate the series of murders. If Donny had died first, then D'Anton, Stanley Leymore was shot when? They had found the Glock pistol used to kill Frank Brandon still in the possession of Delroy Planter! Therefore his statement, along with Silas Roach's, didn't add up.Anna closed her eyes, sighing. Yet again, Langton was coming up with queries that even she had overlooked."Get me the coordination ironed out," he said.Anna agreed. Both dealers were still being held by the Drug Squad, so it wasn't as if they could do a runner.Langton stood up, buttoning his jacket. "I'm cold. We should either go back inside or ...""I should get moving," Anna said.They walked in silence to the car park, Langton deep in thought, Anna equally so. She wasn't thinking about the case, but why he had wanted to see her alone. She got to her car and bleeped it open."You've moved," he said quietly."Yes.""Where to?""Over by Tower Bridge."Langton held the car door open for her. "Thanks for coming to see me. Sorry if I chose the wrong pub, but I'm sure you'll iron it out with Pete.""There is nothing to iron out," she said tetchily.He cocked his head to one side, stared at her, then looked at his watch. "You'd better go. Good luck tomorrow."She was about to close the door when he leaned in. "This guy Fitzpatrick is a real nasty piece of meat. Christ knows how many people he's used and abused. He'd kill anyone who stands in his way, so I'm warning you, Anna, behave yourself. No going off if you get the scent of him. Work as a team, and make sure you have backup, understand me?""Yes, sir!""Good night."Then he slammed her door and walked off toward his old brown Volvo.She started the engine and reversed past him, but he didn't acknowledge her; he was talking on his mobile phone. She felt depressed. Had he really asked to meet her to warn her to behave herself? If that was the only reason, he could have told her in the office. She couldn't suppress her mixed emotions, yet he had not shown her any.She went over everything they had discussed, first the case, then when he had asked if she had moved. She wondered if he had tried to contact her. If he had wanted to, he could have done so easily. Had he been jealous about her friendship with Pete? Just thinking about it made her feel as if she owed Pete some kind of apology. She had refused to see him that evening, saying she was working late; then he had been confronted by her with Langton.Anna was close to where Pete lived in Hampstead, so, instead of heading for home, she turned off toward his house. She thought she would just drop by and say she was sorry but, as she turned into his road, she saw Daniella, the attractive blond girl he had introduced her to in the coffee shop paying a taxi driver outside Pete's house. Anna had to pull over, or she would have driven past just as Pete opened his front door. Pete ushered Daniella inside, closing the door."Bloody men," Anna muttered, angry that she had even felt bad about bumping into him. She felt angry the entire drive back across London to Tower Bridge. Angry with Pete, angry that Langton had asked to see her for a private drink but had made no reference to their previous time together. Then angry with herself. What was it she wanted? For him to make an approach, and try to rekindle their love affair? As her anger subsided, she felt a strange sadness. She was not going to even contemplate the fact that, deep down, she wanted Langton to give her some indication that he still cared. He had behaved merely as her superior officer. It finally dawned on her that he was never going to be anything other than that.