Chapter 3

Wednesday 30th August

Trembling, trembling, and trembling; the fear just wouldn't stop: wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried as he realised that his worst nightmare had come true, and he knew, that although he was trying to be brave when the bastard was in the room, that he was losing it. He had always thought that if he found him again he wouldn't be able to handle it. He couldn't think of anything worse than being trapped in this dilapidated old farmhouse, in the middle of nowhere, with this bastard; the one person he wanted to be as far away as possible from. Thankfully the bastard had gone out for the afternoon or so he assumed, where he had gone to in this desolate countryside, where the only sounds were those of the rustling of the leaves in the trees as the wind blew through them and the occasional bird call, the young man did not know nor did he particularly care. He was just glad that the bastard had gone and left him alone at last.

The young man's mind flashed back to what Jack had said to him the day Mia had offered her support now she knew about the rape, when he had reacted to her touch and fled. 'It's ok he's back inside, remember, you helped but him back there. You're safe here, you're safe.'

But he ain't back inside now, is 'e? An' I ain't safe any more 'cause he's 'ere with me and I know what 'e's gonna do to me.

With that the tears splashed down the young man's face but he let them fall. He didn't care who saw his fear now; he was beyond caring. After awhile he calmed down and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke it was early evening. The sun had already set upon the higher ground and the last few rays where catching the fields next to the farm house. The front door had been slammed open and then shut again and it was that had awoken him.

Suddenly he could here footsteps ascending the stairs. He knew who it was and he shivered with terror in the next moment the bedroom door flung open and their stood the man from his nightmares: Martin Delaney.

'Evening DC Webb,' smiled Delaney with that false, evil, smile of his.

'What do you want with me?' snapped Mickey.

'I think you know the answer to that one already, Mickey.'

'Don't you dare touch me!'

'I've given you a roof over your head and I've fed you and looked after you and now its time for me to get something in return.'

'I'm warning you, Delaney, keep away from me!'

'Aye and what are ye gonna do about it if I don't? None of your precious Sun Hill colleagues are here to help you now, Mickey.'

'True but I'll stop you myself.'

'What like you did in the warehouse? You weren't man enough to stop me that time so what makes you think that you can this time?' mocked Delaney.

At that Mickey rushed at Delaney but once again the bastard proved stronger than him and before he knew it he was tired up to the bed with a rope Delaney had purchased while he was out.

'I've been thinking about you, Mickey, been wanting you.'

'You liar!' screamed Mickey, 'All you've been finking about is escaping again so that you could get back at me for putting you back inside.'

'Yes you shouldna' done that Mickey it wasn't very nice of you.'

'And you shouldn't 'ave killed Eddie McGowan.'

'Aye well he got what he deserved, didn't he? He shouldna' just stood by and actually tried to do something while Makin raped me. Now Mickey you're gonna get what you deserve for putting me back inside.'

Mickey felt Delaney's hands gently pulling up his t-shirt and running over the young DC's bare back, once more touching and taking. At this point Mickey began to panic and tried to tug away put the rope held him tightly.

'Why are you trying to resist me, Mickey? I know you want this,' smiled Delaney, 'You know these last eight months I've been thinking about what I was going to do. At first I thought that you should meet the same fate as Eddie McGowan but then I realised I could never kill anyone as beautiful as you.'

'Why didn't you 'urt me when you escaped the last time? I spent the last eight months puzzling over why you broke into my house and trashed the place up but never once 'urt me even though you 'ad a knife in your hand.'

'Yeah I went to your house with the intention to hurt you but then I realised I could never hurt you, Mickey.'

Softly Delaney lowered his hands down Mickey's back, making his way down towards the belt on Mickey's jeans. Carefully Delaney undid the belt and then gently pulled down Mickey's jeans and underwear, giving the young DC's arse a squeeze as he did so.

'I want to take you, Mickey, just like I did in the warehouse that night. I think you're pretty so, so pretty.'

He began to remove his own clothes, first his demin jacket and cream T-shirt and then his jeans. When Mickey saw this and realised what Delaney was going to do to him he started to panic again. He couldn't let this happen again; he wouldn't let this happen again.

'No, no, get away from me you bastard!' he screamed.

'Now, now that's not a very nice thing to say DC Webb,' mocked Delaney running his hand over Mickey's semi-naked body, 'not when you want this as much as I do.'

It was then that he pushed his penis into Mickey relishing at the scream the young DC made as Mickey felt the warm skin to his own and his legs being forced apart.

'Please don't do this to me again,' cried Mickey, the tears streaming down his face, 'you don't want to do this.'

Ignoring the cries Delaney thrust harder, digging his fingers into Mickey's hips as he did so and drawing blood with his nails. Mickey's screams grew into short grunts as the pace became more rapid.

'That's it, scream and grunt for me, you bitch,' yelled Delaney, his evil, mocking laughter ringing through the air.

Delaney said no more after that. When he reached his climax he loosened his grip, leaving a trail or blood and seaman to trickle down the DC's leg. He dressed himself and then left the room closing the door behind him and leaving Mickey once more broken and half-dressed and sobbing.

When Mickey had failed to show up for his shift that morning Jack, having not wished to cause a major panic with his own officers since Mickey was one of their own, had immediately phoned up Barton Street and reported him missing to one of the their officers. As it was that officer, a PC Nikki Wallace, had immediately made her way over to Sun Hill to take a report from Jack.

Jack led PC Wallace into one of the interview rooms and Sun Hill and sat down. Although Jack had done missing person's reports many times before in his career today felt a little different for today he was sitting on the other side of the desk; the side that the person who was reporting a missing person sat. As he sat there he couldn't help wondering if Mickey had felt something like this when he had been interviewed by Ramani and himself after his rape by Delaney.

'Excuse me, sir, but are you ready to begin?' asked PC Wallace, breaking in on Jack's thoughts.

'Yes begin, please.'

'Very well, then. It has been twenty-four hours since DC Mickey Webb was last seen, yes?'

'Yes,' replied Jack.

'Where was the last seen?'

'Here. He was last seen by our receptionist, Mrs. Mary-Ann Jackson, leaving the station at approximately 5:15 pm on Monday 28th August.'

'Is there anywhere he could have gone to? Family somewhere, perhaps?'

'No. The only family member he was close to was his mother but she passed away three years ago and he doesn't speak to his father or his brother much.'

'Ok in that case what was DC Webb wearing when he left Sun Hill on Monday 28th?'

'Just is usual.'

'Which is?'

'Sorry. A demin jacket with a t-shirt, a blue one, and jeans.'

'Could you describe what DC Webb looks like, please?'

'Certainly. His of lean build, in his early 30s, white and has blonde hair and blue eyes.'

'Ok. Is there anyone reason to believe DC Webb may be in danger?'

Jack looked uncomfortable and a little reluctant to answer this question. PC Wallace picked up on this and said:

'Please DCI Meadows I know this is hard for you, what with DC Webb being a close friend of yours but you know as well as I do that all angles have to be covered and to do that you have to answer my questions.'

'Yes you're right,' agreed Jack, 'I'm letting my emotions get in the way here. You asked me if DC Webb was in any danger well the answer I can give to that one is possibly. You see Martin Delaney escaped from prison on the night of Sunday 27th August and I think is escape and DC Webb's disappearance are linked.'

'Ah,' said PC Wallace, a look of realisation upon her face. At the time the Delaney case had been well publicised by the press because of it involving the rape of a male police officer.

'Of course that now makes this a missing person at high risk.'

Jack only nodded in agreement.

'Right I think I got all the information I need, DCI Meadows,' said PC Wallace, 'I'll head back to Barton Street now and I'll get all this information put into the computer. Now I know you already know all this but I got to tell you anyway for procedure; once the information about the missing person has been put into the computer it will "circulate" them as missing on the National Police Computer that will mean that any police officer, nationally or internationally, can then contact us at Barton Street to find out more in-depth details. In about three days we'll release a number for the public to call in case they have seen anything.'

'Thank you very much, PC Wallace.'

'The pleasure is all mine, DCI Meadows, I only hope that we find DC Webb before Martin Delaney does anything to hurt him.'

So do I, PC Wallace, so do I.

Saturday 2nd September

The warden of Canley High-Security Prison, Malcolm Winston Truscott, plonked a copy of the local newspaper, The Canley Express, upon the desk of his senior prison officer.

'Have you seen this morning's paper?' he asked.

'No, sir, should I have?' asked PO Crowell, he didn't see why his warden was getting agitated over a local newspaper.

'The police officer that Delaney raped,' began Truscott.

'What about him?

'He's gone missing, PO Crowell, he's been missing since Monday,' replied Truscott handing Crowell the paper so he could read the article.

'You don't think Delaney's escape and this DC Mickey Webb's disappearance are linked do you, sir?'

'I wouldn't like to say for definite but given DC Webb's involvement with Martin Delaney in the past and the fact that Delaney likes to take revenge on those that wronged him and it was DC Webb who helped put him back here last November I would say that it's highly likely the two are connected.'

'But we've done our bit, sir, haven't we? I mean we informed DCI Meadows at Sun Hill of Delaney's escape.'

'Yes but that was before DC Webb was reported missing. The long and short of it is: is that this will be a very public case giving the fact that it involves a police officer who may be held captive by the same guy that raped him three years ago. True Delaney is the evil one in all this but the media will look for someone to blame and that someone will be us especially if they discover that it was through the inexperience of one of our junior officers that Delaney was actually able to escape again. Can you imagine the headlines then? High-Security prison lets dangerous rapist escape again. For the sake of this prison's reputation it would be better if you and I went up to Sun Hill this morning and offered our services to DCI Meadows to help find DC Webb and recapture Delaney.'

'And if DCI Meadows refuses our help?'

'Then at least no can say we didn't offer.'

Within an hour Warden Malcolm Winston Truscott and PO Jim Crowell were sitting with DCI Jack Meadows in his office.

'Now,' said DCI Meadows, 'how may I help you, Warden Truscott?'

'Well DCI Meadows its more how can PO Crowell here and I you can help you?'

'Oh.'

'Now I know you're probably sitting here thinking; "what's this prison warden think he's up to. It's his fault all this has happened after all he was in the one who let Delaney escape" and both I and my staff are extremely sorry for that but both PO Crowell and I read the article in this morning's Canley Express and we wish to help you find your missing officer and recapture Martin Delaney if, indeed, he is involved in all this.'

Of course Jack knew Truscott's game having met many smarmy bastards like Truscott in his time; people who were pretending to be friendly and helpful and sympathetic but really they were just trying to cover their own backs, which is exactly what Truscott was doing. Normally Jack would have rejected so an unpleasant person's offer of help but he was so worried about Mickey's well-being and so desperate to find the young man that he found himself telling Truscott:

'My colleagues and I would be glad to except you offer of help.'

'Thank you very much, DCI Meadows. It has been a pleasure talking to you.'

With that both he and Crowell shuck Jack's hand and left the office, closing the door behind them, leaving poor Jack to wonder if he had made the right decision.