Screech

Harry held her breath, knowing Johnson believed she was incapable of standing on her injured leg. He would expect her to be in the same place he had dumped her in. Narrowing her eyes she couldn't The door screeched against the concrete floor as she fought the nausea and pain shooting through her. The screech set her nerves on edge as she prepared to fight.

Xxxxxx

"Chas." Dempsey was visibly relieved to see his friend. Chas knew he blamed himself for Harry's abduction. The pair had been inseparable since they had been partnered together. Chas had quickly learned the aristocrat's daughter and the New York Cop didn't work when they were apart.

"Dave has an address." Chas stated as he walked towards him. "You ok?"

"He did? Same here. I went to see a few old contacts." Dempsey stepped towards him. "Jeez."

"Same." He took the note from his friend.

"You sure?" Chas asked. "Spikings, Dave and the others are on their way there now. This is the first half decent lead we've had since she went missing."

"Yeah." Dempsey nodded. "I'm sure. The guy isn't exactly hiding away." He fell into step next to his friend. "Chas."

"She's alive, Dempsey. Until proven otherwise Harry Makepeace is alive. You know she doesn't do damsel in distress very well. If she can she's whipping this guy's arse."

Dempsey nodded. He hated to think that Chas was wrong but he couldn't shake the feeling Harry was dead.

Xxxxxxx

"Right." Spikings glared at his team. "Chas, Dempsey thank you for joining us." He narrowed his eyes as Dempsey looked away. The late night air chilling him to the bone. "Until we know otherwise DS Makepeace is alive and is going to stay that way."

"Sir."

"I mean it! No bloody heroics! And that goes for you especially!" He jabbed a finger towards Dempsey. The American shrugged; he knew his boss meant well but there was no way he was going to play by the rules. He needed Harry back. It was as simple as that.

"Uniform are going in the house. We get the outbuildings. Chas! Stick with Dempsey." Spikings walked away as Chas wondered why he got all the rubbish jobs. He turned, heading after his friend. The night air added to the sense of foreboding building in his stomach. Something was wrong, he could sense it. The sounds of gunfire filled the air as Dempsey sprinted forward. Chas swore, hoping he got to the killer before his friend did.

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