It had been three months since 2D had gone missing and what did the police have to show for their 'searching'? Nothing other than they were finally fully in agreement that something bad had happened to him. They were supposedly looking into it, trying to find some of the places he might have been when it happened, maybe some witnesses they could find and speak to. Murdoc didn't trust them or believe that they gave a damn about any of this. They rarely kept them updated, even though he told them time and time again that 2D's mom called him constantly wanting to know about her missing son. He hated not having anything to tell the woman, no news resulted in her screaming at him and telling him that her son had been fine and happy before Murdoc had ruined his life. Not like he didn't already feel that way about this, he didn't need to hear nurse hatchet bitch him out over the phone every single day.
Well he was fed up with her yelling at him for not trying, he was tired of Russel and Noodle relying on the police for help, and he was sick of the police not doing shit as far as he was concerned.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Out, I'm going to go and try to find something out, because nobody else is doing a damn thing."
"So what you're just going to harass people until somebody says something to you?"
Murdoc shrugged turning his attention away from Russel and towards the front door.
"If I have to then yeah sure."
He didn't care if it took all day or if it took weeks or another month. He was just tired of sitting around drinking and feeling like shit, Murdoc didn't do that. He didn't wait on people, he didn't fucking mope and wait for something to change. He was sick of relying on people, it was time that he was going to start doing things himself and if the police found something out before him then that was fine, but until then it was his turn.