Harry's heart raced. Oh God, don't let it be Diane. He tried to jerk his head out of the cruel grasp of his captor but he held him fast, nearly yanking out the hair by it's roots. He jammed a wadded up shirt into Harry's mouth and signaled to the other man to open the door. With his head pulled back, Harry strained to see who was standing at the door as it opened.

"Haven't you finished with that yet?" said an unfamiliar male voice as the door clicked shut."If you idiots screw this one up too you'll end up just like your cousin."

The voice continued, "I let you have this as a favor. You said you wanted to do the shooter yourselves, and look at this mess!" He leaned over Harry and shook his head. "Couldn't the two of you take him down without wreckin' the place?"

Harry watched as the IAB agent put on his latex gloves. It was the same man who had watched him and Diane talk outside of the precinct on the day of the arrest. His glasses gave him the look of a bored accountant, but Harry now knew they hid the eyes of a killer. He must be the insider who shot Don Kirkendall.

The two hit men shifted a bit, obviously intimidated by this IAB turncoat. "Uh, it was like this when we got here."

"Shut up, Lopez, and put these on," he said handing them each a pair of gloves. "I happen to know that our guest here is a very tidy housekeeper." He poked Harry on the forehead. "Detective Denby, like many former Marines, keeps his things in order. Freshly pressed shirts...never a hair out of place." He dragged the shirt out of Harry's mouth. "Right Denby?"

"Semper Fi," Harry managed to mumble.

"Now, it is important that you finish your beverages this afternoon, Detective. Everyone knows you love your scotch. Isn't it sad that you would choose to kill yourself with it after the guilt of Kirkendall's murder just got to much to bear?"

He brought a pen and pad over to Harry. "I'll bet you're wondering where Detective Russell is. Oh, we haven't forgotten about her. Your mother was quite helpful in fact."

"What?"

"Don't you think it was time she got a new dog, though? Leo's getting a little old for self protection, I think."

"You bastard! Where are they?" Harry's eyes were tearing up in horror as he fought his restraints.

"Take it easy, Denby. You can do something about it, you know. All I need is a little note from you and they won't be harmed. You'll have to be the sacrificial lamb, I'm afraid, but isn't that the kind of punishment you deserve anyway? I mean, you were the one who got them both involved in all this, not me. I'm just helping you do the right thing, here."