Poor Christy has been through a lot already, time to turn up the heat, she's got a job to do…
(Cheers again for all reviewers!)
Chapter 4
Christy
"Christy, it's alright." Christy heard the voice of her father say, but somehow it made it worse, hearing his voice. Christy had found her way into Sam's office where she had phoned her dad. She hadn't expected to be so, well, effected by DCI Tyler's death. But she'd got to know him, spoken to him, and what's more, she liked him as, well, it felt like looking into a twin of herself. Christy wiped the tears away from her eyes,
"I'm sorry, I…" She trailed off into another sob.
"For what?" Sam asked.
"For what happened." Christy muttered and Sam grunted as if to agree.
"There's nothing," Sam was at a loss. How do you console your daughter when you've been put in a coma? There where reasons why the comatose stay silent.
Christy looked up from Sam's desk where she was sitting and gasped. Mark was standing in the doorway, and she didn't know how long for. Wiping the latest tears from her eyes she smiled weakly at Mark. "I'll call you back." Christy said down into the phone, she didn't want to appear any more unprofessional.
"Everyone's just come back from Satchmore Road. The killer's taken, taken Maya." Mark stuttered.
"What?" Christy said slowly, this was one part of the story he dad hadn't told her.
The department spent the rest of the afternoon franticly following up every lead they had. Christy, with her forensic experience looked through the fibre matches to those under the girl's fingernails. Synthetic yes, but old. "Any joy?" Mark said to Christy late afternoon, he could see that she was still in a bad way from her phone call earlier.
"These fibres are old. The kind that you would use as sound insulation." She said rubbing her hands over her face. Mark raised an eyebrow, in less than a week Christy had picked up Sam's mannerisms. "Old." Christy whispered to herself, surely… "I need to make a phone call." Christy said and got out her mobile.
"It's me." Christy said as soon as someone picked up,
"Christy! Are you ok, you hung up in a hurry." Sam said and the same pain as before hit Christy afresh.
"Mark came to tell me. Dad," Christy said standing up and walking out of earshot of Mark. "You never told me about Maya. If we can't find her, she'll…"
"Christy I…" Sam suddenly broke off, and Christy listened to a manic whoop of joy.
Sam and Annie
Sam was frantic, almost dancing around the sitting room. "Christy! I know how you can find Maya, go down to the police records office, basement… no go now, look for a file in 1973, this time of year, where are you?... Well take the lift…" Sam smile was a beacon of happiness. He'd never found out how Maya had escaped, suddenly, for the first time in years, he was making a difference again.
"I'm here." Said a voice from down the line, "What am I looking for?"
"A case file, 1973, CID, Edward Kramer… Got it? Check the arrest report, should have my name and DCI Gene Hunt, good? Great! That's where Maya'll be."
Christy
Christy dashed back up stairs to find Mark. "C'mon, I know where the killer, where Maya, will be!" Christy said, putting on a little of her father's manic charm.
"What?! Will we need back up?" Mark asked, as he was nigh on dragged out of the department.
She had noted that the killer would be over thirty years older than the last time he had been arrested. "I highly doubt it." Christy said.
Coming next chapter, Christy and Mark save the day, and Christy meets an oddly familiar face…