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even for a few hours.
     
    I busy myself until then making sandwiches for lunch and endlessly researching Alexei Bortsov on the internet. Since I began this investigation, there has been a constant niggle picking at the base of my mind, and frustratingly I cannot fathom what it is. But there is something more to find. I just do not know what. Yet.
     
    ***
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    A rumble from the driveway leaps me from my chair. Kane has sprung into action, his hand signalling me to still, his finger already stroking the trigger of his Sig Sauer P226. I hear a singular, low bird call witnessing Kane visibly relax. Moments later, a gentle two tap knock on the door indicates that Storm has arrived. He folds his bulk through the doorway grinning broadly at his boss. DCI Mercer follows closely behind.
     
    The gentle giant robotically scans the room before settling his eyes in my direction. “So how are the things in the happy house?” He guffaws. “I see you haven’t killed each other yet.”
     
    “Storm!” Kane growls, throwing Storm a warning glare.
     
    “Oh, I’ve been tempted…..believe me.” I drawl lightly in response, flashing a smile at the two arrivals. I make my way through to the kitchen to collect the prepared refreshments onto trays. The three men busy themselves with general catch-up chatter while awaiting my return.
     
    Storm leans across the coffee table towards Kane, his voice deliberately low while I am out of earshot. “So, what’s the story? You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife….no, fuck….a chainsaw.”
     
    DCI Mercer sniggers loudly, arching an eyebrow at Kane. “Yeah, I felt it too. Is your cock twitching after the lovely Miss Sinclair, Kane?”
     
    Kane scrapes a hand aggressively across his jaw. “Fuck the pair of you!” He growls, shaking his head in frustration.
     
    “Might as well spill it now, boss, before you implode.” Storm beckons.
     
    Kane eyes his partner, a slow guilty smirk spreading across his face. “We accidently kissed.”
     
    “Accidently?” Storm exchanges a puzzled look with Jack Mercer.
     
    “Long story. But yeah, it happened.” Kane slumps back in the chair, pawing a hand across the back of his neck.
     
    “And?” Jack pushes, leaning in towards Kane. Storm follows suit.
     
    “For fuck’s sake! I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, toss her s weet ass in my bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight. Happy now?” Kane leans his elbows on his knees, enveloping his head in his large hands.
     
    Storm releases a low whistle. He has never known Kane to lose his cool….not while on the job, and especially not over a woman. But the acknowledging silence between them is the recognition that Kane cannot pull himself from this mission. Always finish the job…..
     
    As I enter the sitting room I am confused as each man snaps his head in my direction. It would appear that I may have just missed some crude laddish joke at my expense.  I shrug it off placing the tea and coffee on the table. “So Jack, you have an update for me?”
     
    He coughs lightly, forcing himself back into professional mode. “Indeed. There have been several developments.”
     
    ***
     
     
     
     
     
    Jack Mercer takes a long slug of his coffee. He nods before speaking. “Your gut was right, Sky. The second autopsy on the victim showed up traces of Hydrogen Cyanide in her blood stream. It was missed at the first autopsy. So we are definitely looking at homicide….unless of course, the victim decided to top herself in plush surroundings. But I doubt that. But it shouldn’t have been missed at the first autopsy.”
     
    I shake my head. “No, it would be easy to miss HCN if you were not looking for it. It is virtually undetectable. That is why it is the favoured method of killing especially amongst certain criminal groups.”
     
    “Indeed. But we now need to track the source where it was obtained before we can finger anyone as a