Gene looked at the grey walls of his office. Damn it they need painting, he thought. His eyes slowly lowered themselves to his team who weren't even making an attempt to LOOK like they were working, apart from Drake.
She is a weird one he thought probably born in Hyde. He laughed at his personal joke then sensing people staring pretended to look busy.
"Er, guv. Someone 'ere to see ya," Ray called.
He shifted out of his chair reluctantly and walked down the corridor. Ray was standing by a young blonde haired girl that looked about 16 years old. She looked extremely uncomfortable and kept biting her nails. Filthy habit, he thought.
She suddenly burst into tears. While gasping for air she blubbered, "Mr Hunt, … I, I nee… need yo… your he… help."
Gene put an arm around the girl and led her away from the staring eyes of his team. He took her into the canteen, which was nearly empty due to cleaning, and with one glare got rid of the cleaners.
"What is the matter love?" Gene's voice softened as he said that.
"My daughter is missing."
Gene was awe struck. A girl this age having a daughter!
"How old ARE you?" he spat out.
The girl looked startled. "I'm nineteen."
He had done it again, what Drake always accused him of, jumping to conclusions. "How old is ya' daughter,"
"Six months old."
DI Drake stormed in and shouted "Gene, there has been a murder."
Her voice was wavering. She was close to tears.
"Do ya know oo?"
She slumped down into one of the plastic chairs. "It's just a baby, she was just a baby."
Alex collapsed into silent tears.
Gene looked from one woman to the other. Alex was holding herself and the nineteen year old had a look of sheer horror on her face. She was in shock. She started screaming about police and her child. She had a really shrill voice.
Gene only caught a couple of words properly.
Martin Shove.