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Listening to the ACDC song mentally playing in his head, AV Tech Dave Benton's eyes furiously flew over the images on the screen in front of him, processing the potential relevance of his various sources. He had to keep his head together and be at his brutal best on this case - and that was why Acca Dacca was playing in his mind. Any other case and he would have recited Silverchair in his head, but this case was personal and it meant that he was firing up the big guns.
When Eric Delko entered the room he was shifting through footage from the restaurant. Pausing awkwardly, he turned to the father. 'Sorry man,' he said as his teammate shook his head. 'Let's just find the bastard that kidnapped my daughter.'
Flicking through the photographs and footage from the restaurant on the day that Eric and Wylie Delko had been there, they struggled to find an image of the guy that approached Eric in the carpark. The camera above the restaurant entrance was broken, and the only useful information that they could get from those tapes was the coming and going of cars at the carpark. Footage showed Calleigh's SUV arriving, Eric's car arriving, and then the SUV leaving once again, but with no knowledge of what car their potential kidnapper drove, the footage wasn't that helpful.
They had better success when they perused the footage from a nearby nightclub that was angled at the carpark. Concentrating, he rolled the tape forward to the approximate time that Eric was in the carpark. Playing the tape, he then moved forward in the three second increments the tape had been recorded in. The tape showed Eric walking slowly down the path outside the restaurant with his daughter - a seriously cute kid - holding his hand. 'Cute kid,' he said as he continued to watch the tape.
He sensed the dark skinned man tensing beside him as he responded in harsh terms. 'Don't. Say. That.'
'Ah sorry,' he said wondering why a little comment on the cuteness of his kid had Delko so stressed as he turned his attention back to the images.
'That's him,' said Eric suddenly as a brown-haired man's head appeared on the screen, followed by his body in nondescript clothing three seconds later.
No matter how much he tried, this video footage didn't give him an image of the man, his back always being to the camera. Dave flicked through other sources fiercely as he looked for anything from the same time at a better angle – anything to show them the man's face – but they were out of luck.
Pausing as he looked intently at his screen, he found it hard to think with the jittery man next to him. What could he do?
'Dave,' said Eric as his thoughts came back to the present. 'Dave!' said Eric excitedly. 'We've got a reflection.' Zooming in on the original footage that they had found their potential kidnapper on, Dave inched forward in three second increments as he realised that Eric was right. The man's face had been caught on Eric's car door as they engaged in a brief conversation and Eric strapped his daughter into the car.
As the computer worked swiftly flipping the image and filling in the gaps, time could not go fast enough. Eric's hands were gripping his desk hard. 'Sorry baby,' he said mentally to his desk as he continued to work on the mirror image.
As the image materialised before them, Eric looked at the screen intensely. 'That's him,' he ground out. 'Run it through ...'
He barely noticed that Eric had stopped mid-sentence as he transferred the image of their suspect into the system. As the computer began searching, Boa Vista stepped into his office and frantically rushed over.
'Calleigh's collapsed.'
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Coming Up: Eric.