A/N: I'm hoping that my school won't get in the way of me typing up chapters now that everything is back in order (and vice versa, of course) so chapters will be pouring out. Hopefully... Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!
RuthieGreen: I'm so glad that you're enjoying this story. And thank you so much for the compliments!
Chapter Genre: Mystery, Family
Chapter Rating: K+
Rating Content: Brief Mild Language, Brief Mild Violence
Lucy let out a loud huff as she packed up to head home. It had been probably one of the most stressful days of her life, and that said something! They managed to find the man who worked alongside Zachary, who's name was David Beckham, but he had run as soon as he saw the coppers coming around. Lucy couldn't chase after him, due to her wound still being in stitches, so she had to go around to the spot which she suspected he would be running to. Of course, as it turned out, David had taken to the rooftops, which made Lucy give chase to him again and climb up an emergency ladder.
She and Jackson had barely managed to catch up to the crook, but Henry had managed to grab at his legs and pull him down before he got over a tall brick wall leading to the roof of another house..
That wasn't even the worst part! Once they got him back to the station house, he barely gave any straight answers to the Detective or the Inspector. On top of that, Zachary had managed to escape the holding cell. Nobody knew how, but he got away. And, of course, there wasn't any reason to hold David, so he had to be let go.
She huffed again. All that work for nothing.
As she was putting on her casual jacket (one made for her, but tailored to look like a man's jacket), she heard someone clear their throat.
Lucy forced herself to look a little less irritated and turned around. "Is there something you need...?" Her half-smile suddenly disappeared. "Henry..." She finished.
He was still in uniform, so she assumed he was going to be working a late shift. Henry cleared his throat again. "James, since you're, uh, new here, I was wondering if you would want to have a drink, sometime?"
She sniffed. "Why?"
Lucy wasn't dense. If she was correct, then she already knew why he wanted to 'have a drink' with her.
"Just to get to know you a little bit better."
She hit the nail directly on the head with that prediction. She sighed slightly and straightened her tie. "I don't have anything better to do, I suppose. I'm off tomorrow, whenever you may be done your shift."
"I'm actually off as well, then." He said.
Lucy suppressed a sigh. "Say, around noon, then?"
Henry gave her a small smile. "Alright, then. Uh, should I come to you, or meet me at the pub?"
"At the pub." Was her rapid reply. "You don't even know where I live."
"Alright then."
Lucy grabbed her fedora and placed it on her head. "See you then."
/ / /
Lucy practically slammed the door shut behind her, throwing her fedora onto the table and pulling her jacket over her head. She should've guessed that he would try to talk with her at some point! She didn't think he would want to so soon, though!
She took off her shirt, wincing at the pain in her stomach. She looked down to see the stitches, red and sore. Not infected, but good lord, she wanted to itch it so badly! But of course, she couldn't, lest she open the stitches and have to get them in again.
She was quick to remove the bindings. They weren't as tight as they were before, but she still had a hard time breathing. She had to find a better solution for her 'chest problem'...
As she placed the undershirt back over her, she flopped onto her couch and groaned loudly. She should've changed her name altogether instead of taking her brother's name. Then again, if she were to do that, she would most likely be asked if she was involved in any illegal activity. She'd say no, and they wouldn't believe her.
No sense in thinking about the past, she thought. For now, she needed to think about who she was going to be the next day. James, or Lucy?
James would be a more plausible idea as Henry had asked him to the pub, but Henry also was wanting to get to know Lucy better. James would be better as there would be less looks of disapproval compared to Lucy.
She sighed heavily and rolled onto her side. She felt too tired to decide this in the moment. For now, she was going to sleep on it and, hopefully, she would feel rejuvenated in the morning.
/ / /
Henry was waiting patiently outside the pub, looking around for any signs of his companion.
He wasn't kidding himself; he was nervous. Not because of Lucy, but because of their 'meeting up'. He didn't know how it'd turn out, he didn't know what things offended her or didn't, what topics were sensitive and what topics weren't. Heck, he didn't even know if she was going to show up at all! He might've just made a fool of himself...
"Henry Higgins."
He was shaken from his thoughts as someone called out to him. He turned his head to see a young woman walking towards him. She was quite stunning, actually; long, elegant blonde hair, wavy and almost curly. It was pulled back into a ponytail, but some locks still were hanging in front of her ears (and there was a small ringlet hanging just in front of her eyes). She had such elegant curves, which were accentuated by the corset-like dress she was wearing.
The dress, all on its own, was stunning; a creamy-white blouse was the main part of the dress. There were creamy-white frills on the shoulders, tipped with the palest of pinks. The corset piece of the dress was beige in colour, tied together with a dark string. The bottom-half of the dress was also beige, but the bottom hem was lined with almost strange designs.
It wasn't until she got closer that he was able to get a better look at her face. It was very soft, with just a few sharper edges along her jawline. Her eyes almost took his breath away; her lashes were long, dark and curled upward, which accentuated her bronze eyes. They looked so soft, so tender, he felt like he could get lost in them.
Henry snapped back into reality and smiled politely at the young woman. "Hello, miss."
She smiled in return. Such a beautiful smile, he thought. Her lips were full and luscious, and he spotted the faintest of rosy colours on them. "Are you waiting for someone?" She asked him.
He nodded. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Although, they have yet to arrive."
The woman's smile immediately disappeared, turning into a mild frown and her one eyebrow raised in an inquisitive manner. "Oh?"
Henry's brows furrowed in confusion. He took another moment to look the woman over. He didn't recognize her. At all. Should he have? He looked into her eyes one last time. That look, he thought, why did it seem so familiar to him? Eyebrow raised, lips in a small frown. Bronze eyes...
Bronze. Bronze... BRONZE! Those eyes; they weren't bronze at all! It was the light of the sun that was making them brighter. He guessed that, if they were to move into a darker area, they wouldn't appear bronze, but more like the colour of rusted metal.
His eyes widened slightly with shock. "Lucy?"
Her slight frown turned into a smirk.
/ / /
They both were sitting at a table in the farthest corner in the pub, away from the listening ears of the other patrons. They each had a pint of alcohol, his was already half empty and hers wasn't even close to being such. When he looked at her glass, he could see the light lipstick stain.
"I'll admit, it was difficult to recognize you. You just look so different."
Lucy shrugged her shoulders, taking a small sip from her drink. "It's truly a wonder how much a woman can change with just makeup and hair. And a voice change, of course."
Henry didn't notice at first, but once he thought of it, Lucy's voice was more feminine compared to her James counterpart. James' voice had more of a monotone ring, and Lucy's... it was elegant, to say the least. "I am curious, Lucy; how did you manage the hair? And your voice?"
She laughed slightly. "It's a wig, Henry. I can't have long hair as a constable. And my voice?" She cleared her throat. "All it takes is a change in pitch."
She sounded like James, just then. A change in pitch, he thought. For women, he guessed it would be easier to change from a feminine to masculine pitch. He chuckled. "Sounds easy."
"It's not, Henry." She chided him. "It's hard to be a woman in a man's world. Even with my hair short, even without makeup, even without a feminine voice, it can be difficult to pass as a man."
His brows furrowed. "But... aside from the bindings, there isn't much that is needed to be covered-"
"Hips, Henry!" She interrupted. "All women have at least some form of an hourglass figure. And we walk differently than men do. I have to walk so my hips don't sway, I have to keep my shoulders squared, my posture proper, I have to stay in shape to keep up with the rest of the Station House. If it wasn't for the standard Constable's jacket, I would have a much harder time hiding who I am. The belt doesn't help, either."
Henry had never really considered all of those things. At all, actually. He never would've thought of a woman wanting to pass as a man, before, so he never really considered the complications of a woman trying to pass as one. But, it all made sense. But there was one thing that didn't make sense.
"Why take a job as a Constable?" He asked. "I remember you telling me you had... complications in getting one. But there are other jobs that you could have had as a man."
Her eyes suddenly looked incredibly sad. "It pays well, for starters. But, I also took the job because I want the name 'Quilleran' to have a different meaning. I'm wanting to change my family name, Higgins. I'm the last of my line and, if I were to die, I want my family to be remembered for at least one good thing done right, and not just for all the bad things. Even now, I'm getting these disapproving stares, these looks of fear and disappointment. I want that to change, Henry!"
He pursed his lips and nodded. "I understand, Lucy."
She sighed and took another sip at her drink. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be lashing out like that."
"No, it's fine." He quickly reassured her.
"Henry, fancy meeting you here!"
They both turned their heads to see George and Jackson, both in casual clothing. Henry smiled brightly at the sight of his friends. "George, Gus, good to see you two!"
Jackson nodded at Lucy, who smiled politely. "Might I ask who this is?"
"She's just a friend..." Henry told him.
Lucy rolled her eyes and laughed. "I'm Lucy. Lucy Quilleran."
George and Jackson's eyes widened slightly. "You don't happen to know a James Quilleran, do you?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. He's my older brother. He's at home, as of now, but he already knew of our meeting here. Henry and I, that is."
She already had all of her angles covered, Henry thought. She didn't know if she wanted Jackson and George to stay off of his back, or off of hers or James'.
"James never mentioned having a younger sister." Jackson said.
Lucy shrugged slightly. "He doesn't often, really. He's a bit overprotective, considering the family name." She motioned for them to sit. "Why don't you two have a seat; we don't mind the company."
She suppressed the sigh of relief that she wanted to breathe out. Talk about 'saved by the bell', she thought. She wasn't too eager in speaking with Henry too much about herself or her past, and Jackson and George had come in just at the right time to prevent her from having to talk about too much. Of course, Henry would try to speak with her again at some point, but she knew he wouldn't try to be a nuisance; he'd respect her need for space and privacy.
Hopefully.
/ / /
"Well, I barely see the harm in him wanting to get to know you."
"He wants to know me, though. Not James, he wants to get to know Lucy!"
Julia sighed as the younger woman paced back and forth in the living room. She had merely come over to check on the stitches and then, after she mentioned Henry, it turned into a long visit. "I still hardly see the problem, Lucy. After what he discovered... I personally would be doing the same as him in his position."
"I'm not ready to share my life story, Julia!"
"Nobody said you had to. And you don't have to lie, either. However, I doubt he'll ask too personal of questions as he's a man who respects privacy."
Lucy sighed and sat down on her chair, her elbow on the armrest and her head in her hand. "I'm a Quilleran. Henry and I were already getting looks at the Pub."
Julia shrugged slightly. "Well, it's his decision he's making. I think he knows full well what he's doing."
"I don't think he does..."
Her closing sentence, she knew. Julia placed her gloves back on her hands and stood from the couch. "Well, if you feel any pain just let me know. And if it itches, just use the ointment I gave you."
Lucy grunted in response. Julia walked out of the small home and after the door closed behind her. Lucy groaned loudly and slumped into her chair. What the hell was the next day going to bring?
She was almost praying it would bring some form of calm or peace.
/ / /
"Quilleran, I have a small job for you."
Lucy groaned mentally at the sound of the Detective's voice. "Yes, sir?"
"We have had a report of a missing person; a young boy by the name of Victor Bailey." William handed her a picture. It was indeed a young boy, almost no older than eleven years of age. Poor child... "He has been missing for approximately three days and there has been no signs of him. Jackson and George have already been asking questions around the area, but they're in need of help, I'm afraid. He was last seen around Downtown Toronto, so start there. Once you have gathered everything you can, come back to the Station."
Lucy took the photo and nodded. "Sir."
/ / /
Lucy suppressed a sigh but wrote down the information that was given to her. "Thank you for your time." She smiled politely and went back on her way.
She had long since lost count as to how many people she had questioned in Downtown. Not very many people had seen the boy, even more didn't even know who he was. It wasn't helping the case at all.
She then caught sight of two more Constables and she made their way towards them. She eventually was able to see that it was George and Jackson, both appearing to be frustrated. "No luck on your ends, either?" She asked them.
George shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. Nobody has ever really seen the boy. Not a lot know about him, either."
"Same here." Said Jackson. "Who reported him missing in the first place if nobody even knows who he is?"
Lucy shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I think we should let the Detective know what's going on."
/ / /
"So nobody has seen him so far?"
"No, sir."
"And you say not many even know who the boy is?"
"No."
Lucy raised her hand slightly. "Sir, if I may; who reported him missing in the first place? And when?"
"It was someone anonymous." William told her. "It was around noon, it sounded like a man, but we weren't certain. He didn't give his location or his name, either."
This greatly confused her. Why would someone anonymously report a missing child? "Did he have any family?" She asked.
William was about to reply but then his mouth quickly closed, his brows furrowing in confusion. "No, as a matter of fact. Not when Henry checked, at least."
A young boy reported missing by an anonymous caller, last known location in Downtown. Nobody knows who he is and nobody has seen him, no known family members. There was only one thing she could think of that gave a logical explanation.
Before Lucy could voice her thoughts, Henry knocked on William's door. "Sir?"
"What have you, Henry?"
Henry walked in and set a file folder on the Detective's desk. "On a feeling, I called into the other station houses in Toronto. As it turns out, they all received an anonymous call reporting a child missing around noon today. All being reported missing around a specific area of Toronto. Only, it's not the same child."
Lucy's eyes widened in shock. "And did you ask about who they interviewed?"
"No, but they all mentioned how nobody had even heard about these children or even seen them. And I looked in the records, there are no known family members to any of these children."
William checked the file folder that Henry dropped on his desk, briefly flipping through the various sheets, placing any photos he saw on his desk. "Henry, are you certain this information is correct?"
He nodded. "Yes, sir."
Jackson picked up on of the photos on the desk. "Sir, I've seen this girl before."
The Detective raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yes, her name is Jasmine." He explained. "She frequents the area I live in. She's an orphan and homeless, but she's a sweet girl."
"Do you recognize any of the other children here?"
"No, George."
Lucy raised her hand, slightly. "Sir, if I may present a theory?"
He nodded his approval.
"Jackson's mentioning of the girl, Jasmine, being homeless and an orphan made me think. All of these children have been reported missing, all around the same time. An anonymous call, a specific last known location, but no family members, nobody knows who they are and nobody has seen them at all." She licked at her lips. "I believe all of these children are orphaned and homeless, sir."
William's eyebrows shot up. "A bold theory, Quilleran. But how can you be sure?"
"With all due respect, how else do you think nobody knows these children? When someone is homeless and without a family, they tend to be ignored in these large cities. Even when people have sympathy for them, they're nothing more than a passing face, not meant to be remembered. The same goes especially for children." She crossed her arms, her eyes briefly darting to the floor, almost as if in shame. "Children aren't important to people or meant to be their problem if they don't have a home. A lot of people think they're just a drain, they have their own problems to worry about."
Henry gave Lucy a look. "You sound like you know this sort of thing first hand, James."
She resisted the urge to glare at the man. That was a statement directed at her, and not at James. "No, but I've seen it enough and heard more than enough from the homeless. There's actually a group of homeless folks I visit in downtown; lovely group, they stick together like a family."
There was a brief silence between the five of them before William quickly said, "James, I need you to go and visit that group in Downtown Toronto right now." He quickly gathered the photos and gave them to her. "Take Henry with you!"
/ / /
Lucy stopped beside an alleyway and turned to Henry. "Don't think I didn't know what you were trying to pull back in the Detective's office." She hissed. "You best not try to get to know me at work."
Henry stepped back, almost out of fear. "I was only asking a question; I didn't mean anything by it, Lucy!"
She growled and rolled her eyes. "Regardless, this group knows me personally and they know about my work as a Constable. They're like a family to me, so expect them to be friendly."
She turned into the alley, which lead to a dead end between a bunch of buildings. She removed her Constable's helmet and placed it under her arm. "Lucas? Isaac, Sarah?" She called out. "It's Lucy!"
They came into the dead end, which was actually a fairly open area. There was an array of boxes, covered in ripped sheets or tarps. And, of course, there was people. Lots of them.
Henry watched as three children ran to Lucy, one of them jumping up into her arms and another onto her leg. "Goodness, I'm getting too old for this!" She exclaimed with a laugh.
A man stood from a seat near a fire. "Kids, don't tire her out too much, she still has to work!"
The children immediately released themselves from Lucy. A little girl who was holding onto a tattered teddy bear, probably no older than seven, pointed at Henry. "LuLu, who's that?"
Lucy knelt down. "That's Henry, a man I work with."
Henry smiled politely and waved at the little girl, making her smile widely. "Hello."
The man who had stood from his seat now approached Lucy. He didn't look that much older than her, probably in his late twenties to early thirties. His hair was black in colour and it reached just past his ears. His eyes were a dark brown, and his skin was deep tan in colour. "Lucy, who is this?" He asked, pointing to Henry.
Lucy stood and rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. He's a coworker. He knows."
"That's dangerous."
"I missed you too, Dustin."
Lucy embraced the man, briefly but almost fiercely, and Henry couldn't help but feel a slight bit annoyed and maybe even jealous. He didn't know why, but he just felt that way. "Who was it that called?" She asked him. "It couldn't have been you or Lucas or even Cole."
Dustin nodded. "Yeah, it was us. We managed to find a way to call the station houses."
She quickly pulled the photos out from her pocket and handed them to him. "All of these children, are they really missing?"
The man quickly flipped through all of the photos and handed them back to her. "Yes, I'm afraid so. It happened about three days ago; they all suddenly went missing, even Victor."
"When?"
"Most likely sometime during the evening or early morning. We all woke up to find they weren't here, but we assumed they were already out and about. But they didn't come back."
Lucy sighed heavily. "Look, I understand that this is important, Dustin! I love these children dearly, but I can't do much unless you have an idea as to who took them!"
Dustin crossed his arms and glared. "There's been a group of those Irish folk down by the Harbour; they've been harassing us and threatening us for a while. I think you should start looking there."
Henry gently grabbed at Lucy's arm. "The Detective said you can't be going down by the Harbour." He reminded her. "Head back to the Station and get George or Jackson-"
"And who're you to be telling her what to do?" Dustin demanded, stepping closer to him. Lucy tsked and smacked his arm. "It's fine and he's right. I got mugged down by the Harbour and I need to stay away from that area-"
"You were mugged? By whom?"
Lucy shrugged. "Some guy by the name of Zachary Fishbach. Got the jump on me, almost gutted me. I'm fine." Her brows furrowed and her head tilted to the side. "Why do you ask?"
"Some of us have been going down by the Harbour trying to earn some money, and that's where some of us had been getting mugged as well." He quickly explained. "Zachary and his gang have been roughing us up ever since."
Henry raised an eyebrow. "'His gang'?"
Dustin chuckled. "What, you think he works alone? There's about four other men he works with, and they've been threatening us, trying to keep us away from the Harbour. We can't control the children, though."
Lucy quickly pulled out her notebook and a pencil. "What are their names?"
/ / /
William nearly jumped out of his seat as his door practically slammed open and a notebook was thrown onto his desk. "Zachary and David aren't the only ones!" Lucy quickly declared, leaning heavily against his desk as she tried to regain her breath. "Turns out, there's a whole gang of them down by the Harbour; they might be the reasons for the children going missing!"
William held up a hand. "James, slow down, you can't just assume-"
"Sir, please, try to understand!" She pleaded. "The homeless group has been getting threats from Zachary and his gang; it started getting heated and suddenly, now that the children are missing, they've left them alone."
William sighed and stood from his desk. "You can't be going near the Harbour. And we can't do much about things without more evidence-"
"Are you saying that because we actually need 'more evidence', or are you saying that because we got the information from a homeless man?"
The air around them was suddenly filled with a heavy tension. Lucy was angry, William was shock, and Henry was a little bit scared. He didn't know what the Detective would do or how he would handle the direct sass and disrespect from the Constable.
William finally heaved a sigh and carefully assessed the names on the notepad. "Are you certain these are accurate, Quilleran?"
"I bet my own life on it, sir."
He handed the notepad back to Lucy. "I'll send three Constables down to the Harbour to investigate the disappearances of the children-"
"I'm going as well, sir."
"Dr. Ogden would say otherwise-"
"Damn it, Murdoch!" Lucy slammed her fist down onto his desk, making both he and Henry jump in surprise. "I have known these children for years, and I'd rather burn in hell than sit back and not help find them. I don't care if I have to disobey a direct order, I don't care if you take my badge because of it; I am going to help find those children, and damn the consequences!"
Henry cringed mentally, but physically backed away from her. If she was going to hit anything else, he didn't want for it to be him.
William just stood their, dumbfounded by the Constable's outward behaviour. He had never been directly disrespected or shouted at by any of his Constables. Then again, he never recalled a case that was so personal to one of his Constables. He completely understood where James was coming from, in this case; those people, if he had really known them for all those years, they would be like a family to him. And William could very easily relate to that. He has been so close to losing the people close to him more than once and he never bothered in backing down whenever someone tried to stop him or intimidate him. Although he did not appreciate James and his behaviour, he definitely understood where he was coming from. If he got injured, however, he was going to make sure Julia did not blame him for letting James go back to the Harbour. "Very well. I'll be sending you, Jackson, George and Henry down to the Harbour to investigate the missing children. I shall also accompany you. I have no doubt that the men and women living there are going to defend Zachary and his gang, so you are permitted to bring a weapon with you, but it can only be used in self-defense and you cannot kill unless you have to. Is that clear?"
Lucy nodded. "Sir." She turned on her heel and shouted, "Jackson, George!"
/ / /
She handed Henry, George, William and Jackson a small portion of the photos of the children. "Jackson, since you already know Jasmine, and she knows you, be sure to keep a good eye out for her. If anyone calls your name, you stop to look!"
Jackson furrowed his brows in confusion. "Don't you need these photos?"
"I already know these children." She replied. "I know them by name and face, I'll be fine."
As they approached the Harbour, they immediately drew the attention of several of the Irishmen that were working. One of them stopped with fixing a vehicle and slowly approached the five coppers, wrench in hand. "And how may we help ya's?"
"We're looking for five men." William declared, loudly enough for the rest of the people by the docks to hear. "They're part of a gang. Their leader is Zachary Fishbach."
"And, uh, what sort of reason are ye lookin' for them, eh?" The man asked, tapping the large wrench in his hand in a threatening manner. William also didn't fail to notice how a few more men approached them, but he didn't back down. They may not have earned respect after the battle on the waterfront, but they at least earned tolerance. The most that they would do was merely try to intimidate them.
"We're investigating the disappearance of about seven or eight children." Lucy stated. "Zachary and his gang are suspects as of right now."
The man with the wrench looked over to someone off to the side, but Lucy ignored it. "Well, I'm afraid we can't help ye, there." He gestured with his wrench. "Now, ye coppers may as well turn around and get goin'. We don't need anymore of yer trouble around here."
"Do you have kids, sir?"
"What's it to ye?"
Lucy grabbed the photos from William's hand and showed them to the Irishman. "These children, they're like a family to me. I've known them for so many years. How would you feel, if your own children were missing somewhere in Toronto, but the Constabulary didn't bother to help you?"
The man scoffed. "I would never ask help from you coppers. Now go home!"
Lucy stepped up so her nose almost touched his. He was almost the same height as her, she noted. "We aren't going anywhere until we find these children. You can either help us, or you can get out of the way."
George lightly tapped Lucy's shoulder. "James," He whispered. "This isn't a good idea..."
She ignored him and continued to stare the Irishman down. A terrible silence filled the Harbour, the only thing breaking it being the occasional seagull crying out. The wind blew, the water waved.
A small scuffle of feet could be heard and then a small voice called out. "Auggie!"
Jackson looked over to see a young girl running out from down a street. "Jasmine!"
Lucy looked over to her left, her eyes widening in shock.
The Irishman was quick and used the distraction to his advantage. Pushing at Lucy's chest, he swung the wrench, aiming directly for her head.
The wrench was stopped and was suddenly pulled from his hand. "I wouldn't suggest doing that again!" Henry growled, tossing the wrench away from them.
The little girl ran towards Jackson and he knelt down onto the stony ground, gathering the girl in a fierce hug. "Auggie, they tried to take me away!"
Lucy glared pure daggers at the Irishman. "You better pray your name isn't mentioned!"
"Who?" Jackson asked.
Jasmine pointed back to where she came from. "The bad men are taking them away in a carriage. They hurt Bailey!"
A man, who had most likely been chasing after Jasmine, skidded to a halt at the sight of the police officers. He quickly ran back down the street.
William placed a hand on Jackson's shoulder. "Take her back to the Station!"
Jackson nodded and scooped the young girl up while William, Lucy, George and Henry ran down the street, pushing aside anyone who may have gotten in their way. The man who had run down the street was shouting at two other men, who were forcing some children into the carriage. "The coppers are here!" He shouted at them. "We need to get going!"
They closed the door as the last child was shoved into the back, locking it with a bar of wood.
Lucy, fueled purely by rage, barreled down the street and with a vicious roar, tackled one of the men to the ground, punching him in the face. The other two men were so shocked by the sudden attack that they were completely unprepared for the other two Constables that tackled them, either pushing them to the ground or up against the carriage. Once William arrived, he pulled out his pistol and opened the back door.
There were six more children in the back of the carriage, along with Zachary Fishbach and David Beckham. "Toronto Constabulary." He stated. "You are under arrest for the assault of an officer of the law and for the kidnapping of these children."
/ / /
Jackson gave Jasmine a piece of chocolate, which she took gratefully. "Now, Jazz, the Detective is going to ask you a few questions, okay? About the men who tried to hurt you. And then you can go back home."
She nodded. "I know, Auggie."
Lucy watched as William questioned the young girl, a small frown on her face. What did those children ever do to deserve such ill treatment?
"Are you alright?"
She turned and shrugged. "Could be worse, Henry." She replied. "I could have a severe head injury from a wrench. But, thanks to you, I don't have that issue."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, really, I would've done the same for anyone else."
She raised an eyebrow. "I know. But still, you pretty much saved my life back there." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Thank you."
George looked between the two, now curious. Henry knew James' sister, and James knows Henry knows his sister. And James' sister knows James knows Henry knows her. But... if he was reading things right, maybe James wanted to get to know Henry a little bit better in that sense and vice versa.
Well, Henry's cousin was already like that, so maybe Henry was like that as well.
"When's your next day off?" Lucy asked.
"End of the week."
"The Tipsy Ferret?"
"Sure."
"See you then."
Lucy walked away, patting George on the shoulder. "Thanks for the help."
George watched as she walked away, and then looked back to Henry. Maybe they were wanting to get to know each other that way!