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</div><br/><br/>"What a way to spend New Year's Day!" Terry muttered to her partner.  It was cold, wet and way too early to be wandering through the maze of shipping containers on the docks.  Up ahead, someone had set up some lights at the opening of one of those containers.<br/><br/>Lt. Morgan looked into the long shipping container packed with women of Asian origins.  Human trafficking wasn't her area of responsibility, but murder was.  Packing 100 women in a shipping container with little food or water and poor sanitary conditions for a 21 day cruise in the dead of winter?  Well, that was a recipe for disaster.  It was criminal negligence at the least.  It was a miracle that there were only ten dead.<br/><br/>"So who doesn't belong in this picture?" Terry's partner<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.notrecinema.com%2Fimages%2Fusercontent%2Fkpitalrisk%2Fimages%2Fstars%2F32000%2Fvign%2Fv_76070.jpg&amp;hash=faf2f98e9ae194e32c3539919928f6aa" href="https://www.notrecinema.com/images/usercontent/kpitalrisk/images/stars/32000/vign/v_76070.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jake Stuart</a>asked her.<br/><br/>"The dead blonde," she replied as she pulled on latex gloves and went over to examine the body.  It wasn't like the other woman weren't important, but the young, nicely dressed blonde was an anomaly that drew the detective's curiosity.  "No ID on the body," she called out to her partner, after searching the girl's clothing.  "No obvious signs of trauma, wounds or blood.  The coroner is going to have to determine cause of death.  Marks & Spencer and Selfridges clothing labels."<br/><br/>"Do you think she's British?" Jake asked.<br/><br/>"Well, her clothes are," Terry replied.  "But Marks & Spencer does have stores in the U.S.  And I'm sure both stores have online shopping."<br/><br/>"She IS British," a female voice stated from over Terry's left shoulder, causing the detective to nearly jump out of her skin.<br/><br/>"Damn, captain!  Could you warn a person when you've arrived on the scene?  . . . . . . . . . .  No offense, but why are you here anyhow?"<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fdecider.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F06%2FHow-To-Get-Away-with-Murder-S6.jpg%3Fquality%3D80%26strip%3Dall%26w%3D680%26h%3D356%26crop%3D1&amp;hash=eacd6b49d2c5927af94c05680e52c3e0" href="https://decider.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/How-To-Get-Away-with-Murder-S6.jpg?quality=80&amp;strip=all&amp;w=680&amp;h=356&amp;crop=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Captain Crawford</a>ignored the question as she leaned down over the body to look closely at the girl's face.  Then pulled out her phone to look at a picture on it's screen.  "She's Penelope Hawthorne, the daughter of a British MP that went missing a month ago.  She was thought to be headed towards the states, but certainly not from Asia."<br/><br/>"The Philippines, to be exact," Jake interjected, looking at the ship's manifest.<br/><br/>"Great!" Terry muttered.  "This sounds like an international incident in the making.  Human trafficking is the FBI's jurisdiction."<br/><br/>"But until they show up, handle this as a murder investigation.  I'll run interference with the feds."  Captain Crawford hated to give up a murder investigation to the feds, since they tended to let politics get in the way of justice.   At least in her opinion.  "Do the two of you have passports?"<br/><br/>The question came out of left field and left Terry and Jake speechless.<br/><br/><br/>********************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>January 7th 2021<br/>10:42 AM<br/>HMP Bronzefield, Ashford, Middlesex UK<br/><br/>Tagging: Amber Lonsdale and Oliver Gislebert Margate<br/><br/>A week later, Lieutenants Morgan and Stuart found themselves at the front gate of a British prison.  The two of them always seemed an odd pair to others in the precinct.  And it seemed that the gate guards at HMP Bronzefield saw the differences as well, judging from their stares.  Jake was tall (6'4"), brunette, muscular and gregarious.  He almost always had a smile on his face, except in the presence of a murder victim or their family.  Terry was short (5'6"), blonde, slim and reserved.  A smile was a rarity with her.  But they worked well together.  Which was saying a lot, since Terry didn't play well with most cops of the male persuasion.<br/><br/>"We're here to see Ashley Swan," Terry told the guard at the desk.  The FBI had wanted to take over the case entirely, but Penelope Hawthorne's father had insisted that the homicide detectives that had found his daughter be part of the investigation.  So Terry and Jake had accompanied the body back to Britain with orders to liaison with New Scotland Yard.<br/><br/>Terry didn't feel comfortable leaving her gun behind, but British law was rather peculiar about firearms.  Fortunately, TSA waved her through without discovering the knife she had incorporated into her belt buckle.  A woman had to protect herself.<br/><br/>Ashley Swan was the abusive ex-girlfriend of Penelope Hawthorne.  Penelope's father had suggested that she be questioned as a person of interest.  Scotland Yard disagreed, given that Swan had already been in prison for an unrelated crime at the time of Penelope's disappearance.  But Terry and Jake couldn't rule out the possibility that Swan had outside help in Penelope's kidnapping.<br/><br/>"Looks just like an American prison," Jake murmured, as they followed a guard through the labyrinth of hallways.<br/><br/>"Uh huh," Terry agreed.