The office was dark the only light was the flashing images from the computer screen that stood on a wooden desk near the far side of the room. A figure hunched over the screen one hand clutching the mouse and the other wrapped around a mug.
The person growled as the recorded video stopped and rewound back to the start to show a crowded station.
He had been sat for hours staring at the computer screen trying to find any clues as to where she had gone. Walsh slumped back in the uncomfortable leather chair and lifted the mug to his lips gulping down the spiked coffee.
He just didn't understand how she had managed to escape, it wasn't like she had anywhere to go. Walsh slammed the mug down onto the desk and stood from the chair making his way over to the printer.
He smiled and scooped up the wanted posters with the image of his wife on the front and the letters murderer in big bold letters.
Walsh had already sent the posters out to other officers all over the country, determine to ruin her whatever the consequences.
Emma Swan was going to pay he would make sure of it. The door to his office opening startling him out of his thoughts, he quickly folded the posters in half out of view.
"Your still here I thought you left an hour ago?" Walsh scowled at his noisy partner and wandered back over towards his computer quickly shutting it down.
"I had a few things to sort out that I couldn't at home". Peter crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame holding a take out cup of coffee.
"All these extra hours your working yourself into the ground". Walsh lifted his mug and gulped down the last of the now cold liquid finding it didn't quite satisfy his need. He would have to stop on the way home and grab a bottle of something stiff to take away the misery of what his life had become.
Walsh grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and marched across the room not even bothering to continue the conversation with his co worker. They all knew something wasn't right at home but never questioned him about it instead gave him sorry looks.
Walsh didn't need the pity off people who thought they knew what was going on. He took great pleasure in either locking his office door for hours on end or heading out to the nearest bar. Walsh strode outside into the pouring rain not even caring that it was soaking through his already ruined clothes.
He walked a little way down the road and into the nearest store purchasing the first bottle he could find on the shelf. Walsh threw a few notes down on the counter startling the woman, and walked out not in the mood for pleasantries.
He made his way back towards the station car park and jammed his keys into the lock slumping into the seat a moment later. Walsh threw the bottle onto the passenger seat and started up the engine feeling the wetness of his clothes sticking to his body.
He pulled out of the car park and drove home not caring about the speed limits or the other drivers on the road.
It wasn't long until Walsh was pulling up outside of the house and cutting the engine preparing himself for another night of drinking himself blink.
He snatched the bottle off the seat and slid out of the car taking the house keys out of the pocket of his jeans.
Walsh unlocked the door and wandered inside kicking it shut with his dirty boot. He trudged into the living room and flicked on the light illuminating the messy surrounding.
It had nearly been two weeks since she'd ran away yet the house remained in the same state as that night except for the take out bags that lined the floor.
Walsh kicked the rubbish out of the way as he walked towards the couch unscrewing the top of the bottle. He stumbled slightly and fell onto the ruined sofa causing a few empty tins to fall to the floor.
Walsh lifted the bottle to his lips welcoming the burn in his throat and the angry grumble of his stomachs protests.
His eyes drooped slightly from exhaustion and his head ached trying to recover from the last drinking session. Walsh sat up and ran a hand through his sweaty rain drenched hair not remembering the last time he showered.
The bright lights of a car passing by caught his attention, he quickly jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the window.
Walsh leaned against the wall and pulled back the net curtain watching as the woman from across the road walked into her house. He scowled knowing fine well that woman knew more then she was letting on about where his wife was.
He had caught Emma a couple of times hurrying back from across the road in a fluster. A couple of days ago Walsh had even confronted the woman demanding to know information or threatening legal actions. He wasn't going down without a fight even if he dragged a few people down with him.
Walsh took another long sip from the bottle and turned away from the window catching sight of far wall. The cream paint was stained with the red wine he had thrown at the wall in anger.
He shook his head and marched forward entering the kitchen. Walsh pulled out one of the chairs surrounding the table and took a seat, staring off at the set table. Emma had tried plan a romantic night but of course he ended up flipping out at the smallest of things.
He sighed closing his eyes for a brief moment he couldn't imagine her with anybody but him. Walsh had given her everything and how does Emma repay him by running off. He just hoped somebody would see the poster and put the pieces together hopefully handing her in.
Walsh couldn't wait for the day he saw her downfall thinking she could out run him. She was nothing more then a lost girl who had seeked comfort in him. Oh how Walsh was going to enjoy the day he found her, he would make her suffer.
a little bit later on he stumbled back into the living room and passed out on the sofa like many nights before.
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