Mac slammed his shoulder into the door for the fifth time. It hadn't budged an inch.
"Mac, let me take over." Danny said putting his hand on Mac's shoulder. Mac nodded and stood back rubbing his shoulder. It had been a long shot but Jennifer was definitely not with her family. Mac had checked and had suffered his mother's wrath in the mean time. He knew that she would have hopped on the next flight to New York. She was as usual furious that Jennifer had gone off on her own. No one from his family had seen Jennifer for over two years. She wrote occasionally, phoned even more rarely. Christmas, birthdays and Thanksgiving were depressing events; Mac stopped going eventually. Jennifer went AWOL just after Claire's death. He understood, she has seen so much destruction in a small space of time that it would have overwhelmed the best of people. It overwhelmed Mac. He just never let it show. That one event had shattered her confidence so much that when Mac saw her for the first time after it he had barely recognised her. Her warm face with rosy cheeks and turned to stone and was sunken. The Taylor sparkle in her eyes had dimmed. It was as if she just lost the will to live, living like a ghost for months. Barely eating, sleeping or talking. Mac was brought sharply back to the present when Danny smacked through the door.
"Jenny?" Mac said as he walked into the apartment. The room echoed his voice. Danny and Mac stepped through the door hands on guns. The checked every room quietly.
"Mac I got nothing." Danny yelled from the bathroom. Mac looked around the small room he was in. It had a bed in, with the covers flung on top. Whilst it looked like a well slept in bed, he knew it was not. He guessed the couch was slept on more than the bed. He stepped to the side and kicked something. Mac leant down and picked up the small wicker box. He examined the outside of it, running his hand along the edges. When he looked inside he saw familiar items. Photographs from when they were younger, their childlike faces beaming out of the picture. A plastic charm bracelet he'd bought when she came down with influenza, confetti from his wedding.
"Mac?" Danny said softly. Mac jerked his head up.
"You find anything?" Mac asked placing everything back in the box carefully.
"She's been here recently. The bathtub is still wet." Danny said feeling uneasy.
"We need to find her. Let's try the club again. Maybe she went back there." Mac said suddenly placing the box on the bed and walking out of the room. Danny followed and matched pace with Mac just. They took the stairs down to the first floor. Flack and Stella were waiting for them outside.
" Jane sent this over. The guy whose fingerprints and DNA match to the weapon is called Bobby Sampson. He's 36 years old, been out of work for two years, used to be a regular at both clubs but a concerned regular who stated that he came on overly strong with one of the girls and Jenny barred him, called the police. He then threaten them saying 'I'll make the lot of you pay. Watch your backs'. But it was never reported to the police by Jennifer so nothing came about it." Stella said as Mac walked to his car.
"Do we know where he lives?" Danny asked.
"103 on 6th. It's apartment number 403." Stella said as Mac reached his car.
"That's where she is, I just know it." Mac said jumping into his car. Danny followed and Stella and Flack crossed the street to their car. Mac started the car up.
"We have to hurry. We could already be too late. I can't loose her again Danny. Not this time." Mac said as he pulled out, his foot pressed firmly on the accelerator.
