"Does that sound alright?"

Burnes skimmed over the Warrant for the Dasker Biscuits factories and warehouse. Gareth had spent six hours perfecting it the day before, making sure he had everything he wanted to say written down.

The Warrant was just two pages long. It contained information about both the Dakota and McGallogat cases.

Burnes read over the reason for the Warrant more thoroughly, it was the part that would get the Warrant granted, or rejected altogether.

Gareth had mentioned the IP address of the laptop, and the taxis from both cases that had dropped the women off just streets away from the Dasker factory. It stated that it was suspected there would be evidence to be found within the building, or even the main suspect herself. It sounded like a great basis for a Warrant to Burnes. He couldn't see any reason why it wouldn't be given.

Burnes frowned. "You've spelled 'four' wrong there, fifth line from the bottom. Other than that, it looks great. If luck is on our side, we'll have a reply in the next two or three days."

Gareth hissed through his teeth. He made the adjustment, even though the Warrant had been sent to the Welsh Magistrate the day before. "That's why I should've asked you to read it first." He saved the document and closed the page. "What else is there to do now?"

Burnes thought back to that morning's briefing. The case comparison was to be ongoing, but Burnes had also been asked to go to the Labs and collect a blood sample.

It had been taken from Tobias Wallace, and had been sent to the Labs for analysis. It was suspected that his death hadn't been a simple cardiac arrest. He had shown the signs of it physically, but from what Burnes had heard, his face had been the same colour as Darius'.

That had raised suspicion, and so the bloods had been sent off mere hours after the body had been discovered. By the time Tobias had been found, it was suspected he'd been dead for nearly five hours.

The Tobias Wallace case wasn't one that Burnes was very involved in, but there was little else that could currently be done for the McGallogat case until the Magistrate had given their verdict.

"We've to go to the labs, and then continue with the case comparison. We need to know as much as possible. If we go in there without finding out what we can, we'll be underprepared. There's no sense in it." Burnes replied. He led the way out of the office and to the car. His hand spasmed with pain when he touched the banister.

The night before, Burnes had accidentally sliced his palm with a bread knife. He'd been washing it, after homemaking garlic bread to go with his dinner. He had bandaged the cut, and cleaned it thoroughly, but neither of those precautions stopped it from hurting.

It was for this reason that he tossed Gareth the keys to the Vauxhall, and sat down in the passenger seat. He changed the radio to Classical once his partner had started the engine. The sound of violins and harps filled the car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn't a long drive to the labs. Burnes suspected that one of the reasons he and Gareth had been chosen for the job was because their station was closest. That, and they had little else to do.

There were others in the building, but that day, they were the only Detectives on duty. The murder case had taken up some portion of most officer's lives over the last while. It would be a relief to solve it. Burnes hoped the Warrant was accepted. He wanted to see the case closed.

As it turned out, Burnes only spent five-ten minutes within the lab facility. Gareth had decided to wait in the car. Burnes suspected he was texting his partner. They'd had an argument over Gareth's work hours the night before, as Burnes understood it.

The results of the blood samples had been ready to collect. A woman wearing a white lab coat came out to meet them. She held a sheet of paper out to the Detective for him to read over. It listed various chemical levels. Cyanide and oxygen were emboldened.

"Hello, Detective. I am Doctor Hutchieson. I carried out the majority of Mr Wallace's blood tests. From the results of our analysis, we have determined that Mr Wallace died from cardiac arrest, as a result of cyanide poisoning. There were very low levels of oxygen in his blood as well, which leads us to believe that he suffered from a pulmonary edema as well. This likely also contributed to his death. Both are common side effects of high cyanide levels in the blood." She handed him the paper.

Burnes took the sheet from her, and read over it quickly himself. "Thank you, Doctor Hutchieson. That's great." He nodded respectfully towards her, and made his way back to the waiting car.

Through the window, Burnes could see the stone-cold look on Gareth's face. He had his arms folded over the steering wheel.

Burnes knocked on the glass. The door clicked open. The Detective sat himself down. Gareth sighed beside him. He sat back, did up his seatbelt, and turned to look Burnes in the eye.

"So, what is it?" He asked, glancing down at the sheet of paper in the Senior Detective's lap.

"Cyanide." Burnes replied simply, "The death was the same as Darius'." They'd both expected it. It brought forth one question; was this the same person, yet again?

"Called it." Gareth smiled sadly, "Where are we to take this? Just the office?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm sure we'll be told if anything else is to happen."

The car hummed into motion. Gareth pulled out of the small, near-empty car park. He drove out the silver-fenced front gates, and took a slip road that would eventually lead to the motorway.

Burnes read the sheet in front of him again. Death by Cyanide; the second death by cyanide in less than a month. Both in the same city. Both businessmen.

It seemed careless to him. Why would someone kill two highly regarded, important men with the same poison? He wasn't sure if they were cocky, or incredibly inexperienced.

Then again, the murderer had escaped capture well enough so far. Maybe he was naïve to think they didn't know what they were doing.

Carter believed strongly in trusting his instinct, but he would readily admit that his instinct had been wrong in the past. No one could ever be 100% right.

He had made plenty of assumptions over his time in the police that had turned out to be very far from the truth. Cases tended to rarely ever be black and white. There was nearly always a grey area.

Carter had once been part of a house raid. It had been part of an ongoing search for a known drug dealer. There had been a tip from an anonymous source that he would be in a specific house at a specific time.

As it had ended up, it wasn't even his house. The building had been raided, and the inhabitants terrified. There had been three arrests made that day, but none of them had been the drug dealer they'd initially went after.

Within the house, three stoned, middle aged men had been found. There had been no carpet in the house. The wallpaper had been tinged yellow; Carter could tell it had once been white. There had been spoons on the wooden floorboards, and two lighters scattered elsewhere. He could still remember the smell of that place.

When the team had entered the house, one of the men had been boiling a white, powdery fluid on one of the spoons. There had been no hesitation in arresting the lot of them.

Burnes looked out of the passenger side window, watching buildings and cars fly past.

He wondered sometimes what his life would've been like if he hadn't joined the police, if he'd taken up the Scaffolding job he'd been tempted to continue with.

Scaffolding was a difficult job. It involved a lot of heavy lifting, and heights. There was a risk of injury nearly all the time. Carter wondered if he would be retired by now, unable to work after he'd hurt his knees, or his back. A truck roared past, scattering sand out from beneath a tarp over its open back. There was rust surrounding its wheel rims.

Gareth turned down the music. "It's nearly 2 o'clock. There's a sandwich place just past the next slip road, do you want to go for lunch?"

Burnes turned away from the truck. He looked at the radio, and then at Gareth. "I think we're entitled to. Is it far from the office?"

"No. It's on the same street as the fire station. So, about a six-seven minute drive."

"Alright then, you've tempted me." Burnes smiled. He saw the reflection of the orange turning signal in the car in front of them. Gareth turned down the slip road.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"We got it! We got the Warrant!"

Four days had passed since Gareth had first sent a Warrant application to the Welsh Magistrate. He received his reply through email.

It was a miserable morning. Thunder crackled through the sky outside. Wind whipped stray plastic bags and leaves into a flurry. A singular feather whisked past the office window.

Gareth was standing up. He grinned down at his computer screen, waving Burnes over with his other hand so that he could read the confirmation. It was signed off by the Magistrate themselves.

The Senior Detective clapped Gareth on the shoulder. "That's magic! Now we can start to plan this raid." Burnes scrolled through the email. His gaze flitted across each line.

Another Detective, by the name of Tracy Boyle, leaned as far back as she could in her chair to see what was going on. "Is that for that McGallogat case?" She asked them. She stood up and walked towards them. Burnes moved aside so she too could read the letter.

Tracy was one of the more newly qualified Detectives. She had a mentor, but from a quick scan of the desks, Burnes couldn't see her anywhere.

Gareth responded excitedly. "It is! This gives us permission to force entry to the Dasker factory, and the buildings alongside it if necessary, and, it takes effect as soon as the Warrant is collected, from the Magistrate's Courts." Tracy narrowed her eyes while he spoke, taking in every word. Burnes doubted this was her first experience of a Warrant, but she did seem to have a genuine interest in what Gareth had to say.

"Now that we've got the Warrant, I'll get to finding us a suitable team for the factory." Days ago, Burnes had been put in charge of the Dasker operation by the SIO. He had the power to add officers to the case, and assign them jobs as he saw fit.

Burnes had researched the Dasker factories over the last week or so, after he'd initially wondered if they could be connected. The factory itself was huge. It had a warehouse in the back, and three smaller sister buildings around it under the same address. They wouldn't be of as high importance as the largest factory was, but since the Warrant included all four buildings, he would send officers into each of them.

It made sense to check them all, even if the IP address from Riviera's computer had come from right at the back of the largest factory. For all Burnes knew, she hadn't stayed in the one building for long. It was something to take into account.

"When will the raid be taking place?" Gareth asked, still beaming, his eyes alight with a new flame.

"Soon. Hopefully within a day or two. I'll need to speak with the SIO tomorrow. I'll make the call now. There may be something further we need to do first." Burnes replied. He spoke slowly, thinking privately to himself while he formulated his reply.

The Senior Detective clapped his partner on the shoulder again, and then made his way over to his desk. He had arranged everything neatly. The desk was spotless.

Carter reached into his top drawer. He removed his phone. He dialled a number he'd memorised after the McGallogat murder had first taken place.

The phone ringed just once before a woman picked up. "Detective Burnes?" She asked.

"Yes, mam. We have the Warrant for the Dasker factory. Can we carry out the search tomorrow?" Burnes straightened a pen next to his computer monitor.

"Yes. Do that. You can take as many officers as you like, Burnes. We will discuss this further tomorrow morning. I expect a full plan to be prepared."

"I'll see that it is done, thank you, mam." The call ended. Burned lowered the phone from his ear. Gareth and Tracy were both staring at him from across the room.

"The search will take place tomorrow. We need to have a concrete plan of action by then. It'll be discussed at the Briefing tomorrow." Burnes relayed what he'd just been told. He looked between both Detectives before him.

Gareth was still smiling. "Great! We can do that. There's..." He turned away to look at the time on his computer, "...six hours left in this shift. That's plenty of time to come up with a search plan."

Burnes nodded his agreement. "Then let's get a move on"