Gene, snorted as Sam slammed the door of his office with a smirk, he opened one eye. Taking the cigarette from his mouth he drew himself up to start shouting at his D.C.I., Phyllis, poking her head round the door, stalled him.
" Sorry to…disturb you two" she raised an eyebrow sarcastically,
"The rest of the unit is making their way down to the scene of a murder, to get on with some real work, it's up behind the work site of the highway." The door slammed behind her.
Gene grunted and threw his coat on with a last glare at Sam, who rolled his eyes and followed with a sigh.
The cortina screeched to a halt, as Sam looked around he felt a sense of déjà vu. He was once again wandering among his fevered dreams, the sound of a young girl sobbing echoed loudly, he felt someone punch him, hard and the ground was cold against his cheek…Sam blinked and the residue of his dream left him.
Chris lumbered past, pale with his hand over his mouth,
Sam broke into a steady jog that built up into a run as he heard the Guv's shout.
"Tyler!"
There on the ground was the body of a girl, about sixteen or seventeen; her face was all too familiar.
Sam groaned as he recalled meeting the girl.
Gene slammed him against a fence.
Sam looked around and saw, the first thing he had ever seen of 1973. The fence, which he was currently forced up against, was the same one that had encased the car and worksite of the Manchester motorway.
He whimpered which turned into a moan of pain as Gene punched him in the gut, hard.
"What was that for?"
"It's her isn't it?" The Guv hissed into his ear,
The girl had visited them at the station about a week ago and Sam hadn't liked the look of her. Chris offered her a cup of tea and she smiled. The last time he saw that smile was on the lips of the Test Card Girl when she was being particularly vicious. Chris had backed away hurriedly and called for Sam.
Against his instincts he took the girl into the interview room and talked to her. Sarah, as the girl was called, had come to see them about a brick through her back window. Sam had politely told her that the police had real work to get on with, and if she felt threatened should contact uniform or file a written complaint if she thought she knew who did it. In his defence, Sam thought, he was still sorting out paperwork from Mr Lamb's arrest.