Knocking loudly on the door, Korsak shook his head. He didn’t want to be here and he certainly didn’t want to have the conversation he knew he was about to have.

“Come.” Cavanaugh barked from the other side. Pushing open the simple wooden door, Korsak stepped in and, with a brief look down the hall to check it was clear, her closed it behind him.

“We got a problem.”

Cavanaugh looked at him, his already wrinkled brow furrowing further. “With?”

Korsak offered him the photos. “The surgeon is back.” He said simply.

Cavanaugh took the images, flicking through each one quickly. “This?” He proffered the final image to Korsak. “Surgeon’s too?” Korsak nodded slowly.

“He’s got another apprentice. Obviously it’s someone on the inside.” Cavanaugh scoffed.

“Any leads?”

Hanging his head, Korsak kicked himself mentally. “No.”

“Where’s Jane, does she know?”

“She’s staying with Dr Isles.” Korsak began, “She doesn’t know about these images, no.”

Cavanaugh settled back behind his desk, tapping the photograph on the large ink blotter thoughtfully.

“Last time was an absolutely ***** up.” Cavanaugh said to no one in particular as he contemplated what to do. “Jane needs to be on lock down. No one gets close to her.” He looked up at Korsak with a steely gaze. “And I mean no one! I don’t want her at the station until we find the apprentice. Get a guard on the doctor’s house too.”

“There are patrols at all the entrances…” Korsak interrupted before being cut off.

“Double them!” Cavanaugh snapped. “And Korsak, don’t let him get to her again.”

Korsak nodded and turned to leave. “What do I tell Jane?” he asked. His entire trip to this office had been for the answer to that one question.