"Sure, Lieutenant." Greg quickly knocked five times on Diane's door, but she suddenly appeared in the doorway of Harry's room. Greg took one look at both of them, side by side with their still damp hair, and reluctantly drew the correct conclusion about Diane's rejuvenating shower.

"Something wrong, Boss?" Diane addressed Fancy, oblivious to the awkwardness of her appearance. "Was there more trouble last night?"

Fancy looked back over his shoulder to the crowded foyer and said, "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Greg shut the door behind them as all four filed into Denby's hotel room. Harry and Diane stood close together as Fancy delivered his news.

"Don Kirkendall is dead. Somebody executed him in his cell last night, single shot to the back of the head. Had to be someone on the inside."

"An inside job? It can't be!"

"Looks that way, Diane. Nobody else in the cell block is talking. They're all scared out of their wits. Could be that IAB may have been after a bigger, meaner fish than Jill all along."

Fancy looked directly at Harry and paused. "What do you think, Detective Denby? Can you shed a little light for us?"

Harry took a step forward and put his hands on his hips as he answered, "Are we playin' on the same team now, Lieutenant? I mean, anything I tell you isn't gonna sit well with Martens and I'm having a hard time keeping track of who's using me for information, and who's working with me to catch the bad guys."

"Look Denby, your escapades with Don could have gotten some of my people hurt and I'm not sure I like the way you're playing this whole game."

"I think it's safe to say we'd all have liked this case to behave in a more civilized and predictable manner, but it hasn't. Don's execution, I'm sure, wasn't anticipated by anyone or they never would have put him on hold at the station so long."

"You're right, but that means no one anticipated the possible danger to Diane either," Fancy reminded him. "Everyone in the station knows she staying here by now, and if someone felt the need to off Don, they may just add Diane to that list."

Diane felt a chill run across her neck. She rubbed her arms and wondered how quickly she could get over to her apartment and retrieve her gun from the nightstand.

Fancy considered both of them for a moment and said,"Denby, come on down to the station and we'll figure out a way to work together on this with Martens. Diane, this place won't do for tonight. Do you have somewhere else to go?"

She gave a long look to Harry and said, "Yes. A safe place."