"That's it exactly." Foyle paced in agitation, crumpling the banknotes with nervous fingers. "This is one hell of a mess, Sheffield. There's a girl that's got to pay for a vicious, rotten crime. The fact that I love her...No, never mind that. She has a cancer that's got to be cut out... like me. Which means I'll have to add informing to my catalogue. The fact that I'm giving myself up too doesn't make any difference."