This situation was considerably more complicated on her end and Beckett felt guilty about that. His staff were paid to be discreet, not that he remembered leaving the room at all last night either, but still. He had nighttime visitors often enough that they knew to avoid his rooms. She had a husband, a family to worry about and even though she hadn't been able to locate her husband before they had snuck out last night, didn't mean Mr. Crouch was unaware of her absence last night.

"I don't know," If it had been a targeted attack Becks would be concerned, but he wondered, if perhaps this was just a chaotic luck of the draw. "Do you have a friend who could provide an alibi?" He didn't usually need to help come up with escape routes, but he did feel bad. Merlin, this morning might be a coffee morning.