Danny's POV
On his exit a surprised Jack sees Danny still working hard at his admin.
"Why are you still doing here?"
"Just finishing this last piece and I'm gone."
"Alright, don't work yourself to hard"
15 minutes pass and Danny gets into a cab. He tells the cabbie where to go and sets off. He puts his mp3 player on closes his eyes. At least this cabbie knows where he is going, the one this morning went around in circles. The first well earned rest in ages, these past few weeks are disappearing people central.
The car slowly grinded to a halt
"Oi, mate, this is far I can go, it looks like there is a road block ahead." the driver spoke with a slight raised voice to get Danny's attention.
"What the hell, oh, here's your 30 bucks. Bye"
"Bye"
I hope I can get in to my flat otherwise that just adds to my day. Geez. What the hell has happened today. Danny thinks to himself as he sees a few cop cars, lots of 'CRIME SCENE - DO NOT CROSS' yellow tape by Liz's apartment. Shit, that her uncle, fucking hell I think he has been crying. As Danny sees a NYPD cop trying to calm Liz's drunk, chauvinistic pig, alcoholic uncle, with swollen red eyes with tears who was pointing towards a big pool of blood. I hope Liz is alright. She will she would have been at school. Shit! She wasn't in her usual uniform this morning. Shit. Shit. Shit. I should seen it.
"Excuse me can you please stay behind the tape. This is a crime scene." a slightly tanned brunette with the last few faded summer freckles stopped Danny in his tracks.
"Sorry, I'm special agent Danny Taylor" as Danny flashes his badge, "Can you tell me what has happened here?"
"Sorry Agent Taylor, I wasn't expecting any Feds, all there has been reported is 2 gunshots and a missing female teenager, Liz Ayers.
"Can you tell me when this happened?"
"By the 911 calls, early this morning probably, not many people heard it but you know what this neighbourhood is like. "
"Thank you."
What should I do, ……………What should I do,………I know, Jack, I'll phone Jack.