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Harry sat at her desk quietly reading the file in front of her as Spikings stormed past them into his office. The door slammed so hard that the wooden frame shook. She frowned slightly but didn't look up from her work.

"Harry!" She looked up as she heard her name yelled.

"Sir?"

"Where is he ? The Yank?!"

"Contrary to common belief I am not his keeper!"

"Shame! We'd know what the idiot is up to if you were. Now find him and get the pair of you into my office!" Spikings returned to his inner sanctum as Chas and Harry exchanged glances. The older man sighed before heading over to the radio. Picking up the mouthpiece he started to talk.

"Charlie Oliver. Where are you?"

There was no answer.

"Dammit." Harry pressed both hands on the table as she made to get up.

"Dempsey. Get yourself back here. Sharpish." When there was still no answer he began to worry. "All available units please keep an eye out for lieutenant James Dempsey SI10. Location needed asap. Male, Black hair, white last seen wearing blue denim jeans and leather jacket. Officer is armed. Just stare location." He put the mouthpiece down as Harry stared at him.

"You're that worried?"

"Aye. Surprised you're not."

Harry sighed.

"I am. Just thought I was over reacting."

"Harry. This is James Dempsey we are talking about here. Not exactly good at avoiding trouble."

Harry nodded, shrugging her denim jacket on she grabbed her car keys. "I won't be long." She paused as she saw Spikings watching her. She knew they were all concerned about her. The last argument she had with Dempsey had told her as much. Suddenly she hated herself for storming off; for not being completely honest with him about her time with the Thriller Killer. Biting her lip she headed towards the car; hoping that she was overreacting and he'd walk in like he always did.

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"Ok." Dempsey mumbled as he looked around him. "This is new. This could be a problem." He turned the engine off, removing the key before it slipped through his fingers and hit the ceiling. Suddenly realising the car was upside down he tried not to panic. His head throbbed and the smell of smoke hit him causing his gut to churn as his lungs burned. Carefully he braced his arm against the ceiling while trying to undo the seatbelt that had undoubtedly saved his life.

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"Sir?" A young WPC walked into the SI10 office. "There's been an RTA called in. Off Mulberry Square. White male matching Dempsey's description in the driver's seat. Ambulance on route." She watched as Dave and Spikings exchanged glances.

"Thank you, WPC?"

"Skelton." She smiled slightly before leaving the room. Chas swore; knowing they had to tell Harry but had no idea what he could say to her. He swore under his breath before picking up the radio.

"DS Makepeace. Return to base."

"No call sign?" She answered as the crackling sound of static filled the air.

"Harry. We found him. Get back here." His voice softened as she calmly agreed to do as she was told. An ambulance passed her with the sirens blaring as she began to fear the worst.

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