"There's at least forty different spots where Raine could have got out the car. Somewhere they knew wouldn't be surrounded by cameras," I say to Octavia as we scan through hours and hours of CCTV. The getaway driver is seen escaping the car and strolling to a stolen boat on the dock nearby, but Raine is nowhere to be seen. She got out before he did.

"Well this is just brilliant. How does no one on these whole two street have cameras?"

"It's a safe neighbourhood. They didn't think they'd need to; didn't think someone like Raine would be running freely there."

Octavia and I slouch back in defeat, thinking of where to go next to find them. So far it seems impossible. Every time we take a step back and start to relax because she hasn't caused terror for months, she strikes again and leaves us with no clues or path to follow.

We decide to take a break after working endlessly for hours. I grab two glasses of lemonade as well as some cake for us both to enjoy while we sit and think about the next steps. I take a sip of the fizzy drink that makes my throat feel funny as I glance over at Octavia who rubs her hand against her forehead; seemingly stressed over the workload and our failed attempts at finding Raine. It seems like we're always going around in circles.

"Do you ever just think: 'What is the point?'" Octavia suddenly asks.

My eyebrows have a mind of their own when they start to raise due to the shock I feel at her unexpected question. Octavia is resilient and strong, she never gives up on anything, nor does she let anyone else. In all the years I've known her, she's never once spoke like this about the case. I know she's been frustrated with herself for not being able to track down Raine quicker, but she's always eager to pick herself up and prove every person who doesn't believe in her wrong.

I hate that my sister is the cause of Octavia's doubt in herself and her abilities.

"We'll find her," I promise Octavia.

"When? In another eight years? They had another team on this case working for two years straight before us, and they found nothing at all," she snaps, only growing more frustrated towards the whole subject.

"We're getting closer."

"Tell that to the families of every victim that met Raine Amory. All they want is justice, but we can't give that to them."

I sigh and lean back in my seat with my mind completely blank and out of ideas. I have no clue what to say to Octavia, especially when I know she's right. The only thing that can fix this is by finding Raine.

But then her words circle around in my head, and suddenly I remember the victim in the bank robbery. I sit up abruptly, making Octavia's eyebrows furrow with worry for me.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks.

"I know where to go," I tell her without giving any other information. She questions this as I slip on my coat and rush out the door, but she still follows me even though I give no answers. It's only in the car when I explain what we're going to do next, and she seems happy to comply with my idea. In fact, she thinks it's a good one.

We show our badges to the receptionist at the local hospital. We have to speak to multiple workers and also sign some paperwork, but we're soon being escorted to the room where a man is laying in a bed with bright white sheets that look to be fresh on. He has reading glasses rested on his nose as he squints his eyes and reads the words on the book he holds.

Once we're standing at the end of his bed, he finally looks up with wide eyes and a fearful expression.

A gasp suddenly escapes his mouth as he points at me. He starts dragging himself backwards as an attempt to get away, but with the damage to his leg and the headboard behind him, there's not much he can do.

"You," he gasps.

"Sir, I'm a detective. Detective Woods, this is my colleague, Detective Jeffrey. I'm here to question you on the events related to the robbery. Would you be willing to talk to me?"

His heavy and erratic breathing seems to slow a little when he studies me more, his eyes darting around my body and face. "Y-you look like her," he whispers in a confused state.

I take a seat beside his bed, getting closer and allowing him to get a better view. Realisation sets in when he notices the different features that I have from Raine. All panic washes away from his face.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he apologises before clearing his throat and straightening his back. He has a long face and only a few strands of hair clinging to his head, I can see that they're grey, just like his eyes that also have a mix of dark blue. "For a second, I thought you were that...that woman."

"It's okay. You've been through a lot," I assure him, leaving out the fact that I'm 'that woman's' sister.

Octavia stands behind me. "Would you be up to telling us what happened?"

He nods his head unsurely.

Octavia sets out her laptop and pulls up a file. "Your name is Eric Benjamin, correct?"

Eric nods his head again.

While she types away on the laptop to prepare for any answers that she'll need to make note of, I stare down at his left hand and notice the gold band on his wedding finger. I smile. "You're married?"

He sees me looking at his ring, so he follows my gaze and rubs it tenderly. "Twenty years. We've been together for thirty. She wanted to get married only a few months after we started dating, but I wanted to wait. I didn't want things to change so quick."

"She must have been over the moon when you proposed."

"Oh she was." He smiles at the memory. "She talked about it for so long to anyone who was willing to listen. I know her mother eventually got fed up of the story."

We all chuckle, but then his smile falters and tears brim his eyes. "I thought I was going to die. All I wanted to see was my wife's smile one last time." The way his chin trembles makes my throat sting. "She's always been so hyper. There's been days when I was too tired and got annoyed. But I'd do anything to have her dancing around the room and bombarding me with questions just as I'm trying to sleep. I think I've been taking her for granted these last few years. I assumed she'd always be here and I'd always be with her. But she was always smiling when I got in from work, she would jump on me and refuse to let me go because she missed me so much, even though I was only gone for a few hours. She never stopped being her."

By this point, the man is sobbing into his hands and gasping for air, so I quickly hold his hand that he squeezes tightly. Octavia pulls out a tissue for him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Has she been to visit?" I ask softly.

He nods. "She refused to leave my side. Even when I wasn't awake, even when I got back from surgery and she couldn't get an answer out of me. The only time she left was to go to the toilet. When I finally came around, all I saw was her massive smile. I couldn't get enough of it. She's gone home to take care of the animals, but she's back later."

I look at the colourful flowers on the stand beside his bed along with all the cards and boxes of food waiting to be eaten. It looks like he hasn't opened them yet. One of the cards is clearly from his wife. I can tell from the two cartoon drawings kissing on the front cover. One of them has a bandage of their head, the other is making sure they're safe and comforted. There's two other cards with the word 'dad' written on the front as well as some caring quote.

The thought of him being reunited with his family that he's clearly aching to see manages to pull a smile on my cheeks.

"Ready?" Octavia asks him.

Wiping away his tears and clearing his throat, Eric nods his head eagerly.

"So what were you doing at the bank on the eighth of January? Remember, you only have to tell us as much as you want to," Octavia says.

Eric takes a deep breath to prepare himself before he starts to explain. "My wife and I had just sold our car. I was putting the cash into our bank."

"And did you see Raine walk in?"

"No. I was sat on a chair, texting my wife when I heard shouting. When I looked up, I saw three people. The two who were masked had guns."

"But this woman wasn't masked or armed?" Octavia pushes forward a photo of Raine that causes him to shiver.

"No." He shakes his head and gulps. "No she was just there, smiling, like she was...taunting everyone."

Octavia types his every word onto the laptop that she seems fixated on. "What happened next?"

Eric scrunches his face and starts to blink harshly as he tries his best to remember and force the event back into his mind. We both imagine that it must be a traumatic and difficult thing to do, so we give him as much time as he needs to get the words out and remember.

"It's a bit of a blur," he explains in an apologetic tone. By the expression his face holds, I know he's frustrated with himself.

"Take your time," I tell him in a soothing voice.

He nods his head and takes a few minutes to think deeply about the events of that day. "I remember the bankers behind the counters. They were calm, but I could tell they were scared. Someone tried to run out. It was a girl. She must have only been in her early twenties. All I could think about was my daughter. The girl was crying. And then another guy came in."

"The getaway driver," Octavia says to me.

"He was masked as well. I don't think he was armed, though. The other guy — Martin? I think that's his name. That's what I saw on the news. He was pointing his gun at the girl. I don't know what came over me. I ran over and was only thinking about that girl and what I would have done if my daughter was in that position. I grabbed the gun and then it went off."

"Is that everything you can remember?" I ask.

He squints his eyes. "There was one more thing. Something I saw just before I blacked out."

"What was it?" Octavia questions.

"A tattoo."

Octavia and I share the same confused look.

"Tattoo? What do you mean?" I ask carefully.

"I accidentally grabbed his shirt when I was falling to the floor," he explains.

"Who?" Octavia pushes.

"The driver."

I straighten my posture as Octavia types away on the laptop, ready for the new information that can help lead us to this man.

"Where was the tattoo on his body?" I ask.

"His chest."

"What side?"

He points to his left side.

"Was it a pattern?"

"No. It was a quote. It said something."

I try not to smile. It's not much, but it's a start. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm certain. It was a tattoo on this side and it was a quote."

"Do you remember what it said?"

"No. Just words. That's all I remember."

After speaking to Eric for a little longer and making sure he's feeling okay after the difficult questions, Octavia and I leave the hospital and head over to the office to speak to Connor. Hopefully this will make up for my antics earlier.