No. No, no, no, no, NO. This couldn't be happening. Not to her. Not to Mary. Mary was known to get into some tight situations, but nothing like this. Mary wasn't the type to get abducted.
Marshall shook his head, ignoring the useless statistics of how many women a year on average get kidnapped and… well, he wouldn't go into that. And besides, just because some bum said that he had seen a blonde woman named Mary taken away in a car, and Bobby D. found her cell phone at the scene didn't automatically mean it was her…right?
Oh, what was he kidding?
Marshall got out of the car and studied the area. The alley didn't look promising, to say the least. He walked around, trying to put together how this could've happened, even though he didn't want to picture it. There was no way that anyone could abduct Mary and not feel her wrath in the process. Marshall would've bet a month's salary that she had inflicted just as much pain as she received.
According to Bobby, her cell phone was beneath the dumpster… So that meant that she probably fell (because no army could take Mary conscious) about… Marshall shook his head violently, and ignored the marks in the asphalt that suggested a struggle. The images in his mind of Mary being assaulted and beaten were beginning to be too much. He couldn't handle it anymore. The detectives would just have to handle this part on their own.
All Marshall wanted to do was find a secluded spot and have a good cry. Then he might be able to function properly. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Mary would never let him live it down.
So, he went inside the theater building to ask some questions. Apparently Jinx was auditioning for a play, not walking the streets for cash as Mary had suspected. Mary had come in, and after a spat with her non-hooker mother, left. Unable to get anything else out of anyone in the building, he gave up.
He walked briskly back in the direction of the car, and could hear Stan on the phone, stating the situation. Hearing the word "abducted" made him wince; almost shake. Christ, the last thing he needed right now was to have a panic attack.
Then Bobby was calling to him. Marshall met him at Mary's car to see what the detective had found, still in a distraught daze. Bobby showed him Mary's gun and notepad, which was full of all sorts of randomocities that he only hoped that he could decipher. He asked to keep it, but not just to look it over to see if he could find anything useful. In the back of his mind he knew that, worst case scenario, this could be the last 'Mary momentum' he'd ever get.
"So, what'd they say inside?" Bobby asked.
"Her mom auditioned for a play this morning. Mary was here, but she left. That must be when they…" Marshall broke off, unable to say the rest. He swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping uselessly that the other man didn't notice his little display of emotion. But from the slightly awkward and sympathetic tone of Bobby's voice, Marshall knew that he had.
"Look, um, Mary and I have had our run-ins. But we're gonna work this as hard as we can."
Marshall looked up from the littered ground and said "We'll find her.", his voice wavering, revealing how close he was to tears. He patted the detective's chest and walked away, blinking back said tears.
He meant what he said. They'd find Mary. They had to. They just had to.
