"I tried but I couldn't get a clear view. Who was he? What did he want?"

Katherine sat down on the couch and removed her glasses. "I'm not sure, but he was looking for you. He asked for you by name." She was clearly upset and placed her hand over her heart as she continued. "He said he was with the department and needed to talk with you straight away, but I told him you had gone into the city with Harry. Did I do the right thing?"

"Mrs. Denby, you did just fine. Now think, did he give you a name?"

"Yes...just a minute. Let me think. I was just so nervous when he said he was looking for you. How could he know you were here of all places? It was, Martin or something like that. Yes, that was it, Sergeant Martens."

Diane took a deep breath and then rushed over to the desk, returning with a blank pad of paper and a pencil. "I'm going to make a few phone calls. Could you draw him for me please?"

Mrs.Denby walked over to the table and sat down and began sketching as Diane picked up her cell phone. "Danny? This is Diane. Listen someone just came by here looking for me." She paused, listening to Danny and looking out the front window again. "I don't know who it was or how he found out I was here. I think I'll have a description soon though. Danny, have you seen Sergeant Martens today?"

When Danny said that Martens was, at that very moment, sitting in Fancy's office, she knew she had to find Harry. Fast.

"Have another one, cop." He pulled back Harry's head by his hair with a sharp jerk, and when Harry grimaced in pain, the tall Dominican poured in another round of Scotch.

Harry choked and gagged on the drink, trying in vain to spit it out. He was flushed and sweating profusely, his face a mask of terror and fury. His hands and feet were taped firmly to the chair but he struggled anyway, hoping for a lucky break.

The two hit men had been careful not to leave a mark on him. This had to look like a suicide. Death by alcohol poisoning was what Prosecutor Munroe had suggested and they were nearly finished with the first bottle.

There was a knock at the door of Harry's apartment.

All three men exchanged glances for a moment in silence. Harry feared it was Diane coming to look for him, and he didn't dare make a sound lest she be taken down by these brutes as well. Stinging with regret for letting down his guard in the first place, he sucked in his breath, using every ounce of control to keep from coughing.

"See who it is," hissed the man holding Harry's hair. The younger of the two men looked through the peep hole in the door. He turned back with an ugly grin and began to unlock the door.