By the time Rachel had pulled up at the petrol station just off of the motorway it was well into the next morning. She and Sally immediately noticed Smithy with a man handcuffed in the back of his unmarked black car. Both Rachel and Millie simultaneously ran over and gasped. It was the man from the CCTV footage. The man who owned the taxi.
He had a large gash down his face and several scratches on his arms. He was struggling ferociously in the back, pulling against the handcuffs with all his might. Smithy was leaning against the window, yelling at him to calm down.
"Stop struggling already! You're in enough bloody trouble!" He shouted over the man's thundering growls.
Rachel stormed up to the car and opened the door, the man falling out into the pavement. Rachel made to kick him but Sally held her back, warning her away with a glance.
"Where is she?" Rachel yelled, sally restraining her arms.
"What the hell is this? You lot are MAD!" cried the man angrily. "Untie me, lunatics!"
"You're not going anywhere. Tell us where Millie Brown is, now." Smithy said terrifyingly calmly.
"I don't know any Millie brown" The man replied, eyeing the furious Rachel warily.
"You fucking lair! She was in your damn taxi!" Cried Rachel, gaining a disapproving look from Smithy at the swearword.
"I don't have a tax-" The man began a little too quickly.
Rachel snarled with rage and marched forward, picking the man up by the ear and hissing at him.
"We have eyewitness reports that say you had Millie Brown in the back of your Taxi, we have your registration number and we already checked your house. You better start talking. NOW!"
"I don't know any Millie bloody Brown!" The man yelled, struggling against his handcuffs "Now let me go!"
"Medium height, red hair, wearing a white fluffy coat." Sally said, looking at the man with disgust.
"Oh wait, the crazy woman?" The man suddenly laughed. "That stupid bitch got what was coming to her."
Everyone went very still.
"And what" Said Rachel menacingly, "Do you mean by that?"
"That stupid bitch wouldn't pay so I punched her in the stomach before two idiots came out of their house and paid for her. She scratched the living hell out of my face!" The man said. "That reminds me, I wanna press charges against that bitch and them!"
"YOU-" Rachel yelled, kicking him in the stomach. "Tell me where you dropped her off, now!"
"Like hell I will!" Wheezed the man, coughing up blood.
"TELL ME!" Yelled Rachel as an alarmed Sally grabbed her arms and started to pull her back.
"Alright! Alright. St Georges Terrace, Plymouth!"
…
Millie jerked her head up at the knock on her door, before hesitantly calling "Come in!"
Natalie poked her head around the doorway and smiled at Millie who was pulling her top over her head.
"Hey, Max and I are going now, are you sure that you're going to be alright?"
"I'll be fine; I'll just go on the laptop or something." Millie replied, grinning.
"Well… only if you're sure. I'll see you when you get back." Natalie said, shutting the door.
Millie blew out a low sigh of relief. She wanted them to go so she could check up on something. There were names floating around her head like a swarm of bees, and yet she still had no idea who they were. She didn't expect Natalie and max to know who these people where, since she had a feeling she knew them, so she had waited until they had gone out to prepare things for their wedding before she took their laptop into the room she was staying in and did some research of her own.
She heard the door slam shut downstairs and decided now was the best time for her to check. She walked quickly down the stoats and took the lead out of their laptop before heading back up and sitting on her bed. After a brief read of the manual she recalled how to turn it on and get onto a search engine. The first name she typed turned out to be the prime minister, and since she didn't know what a prime minister was she checked that up as well.
After a few hours of searching, she started to narrow her search. There were fewer names to go through now, as she searched these names seemed to be sticking out more. The first one she tried was Tony Stamp.
The first thing that popped up on her screen was several old newspaper articles about a hero police officer saving a woman from getting shot, and the next few were much newer of a round man with grey hair and a smile on his face sitting with a row of police officers… three others of which she recognised.
Gina Gold, Rachel Weston, Sally Armstrong.
Millie gasped as she scanned the rows of officers for their faces, recognising them immediately. Those four were the officers who had grabbed her in the cabinet room.
Millie slammed the laptop shut, trying desperately to shut the images of that day out of her head but with little success. Something in her head was telling her to look again.
She opened up the laptop as though it was covered in sewage, and again stared at the photo before her. She scanned the lines of officers again picking out the faces of a few of them. Then one made her stop in her tracks. A woman with red hair, just like hers. In fact everything about this woman was just like her. Millie fearfully read the caption underneath.
Millie brown.
…
Sally clung to the sides of her seat, staring out of the window incredulously as Rachel sped up further to about 120 miles per hour, flashing the sirens at any cars that refused to get out of her way. Her eyes had jagged red marks around them because of a lack of sleep, and her mouth was a grim slash of determination.
"Rachel slow down! You're not going to help her by getting into an accident!" Shouted Sally over the loud humming the car was making.
Rachel growled and muttered something under her breath which Sally couldn't hear before slowing down to the speed limit of 60mph.
"Happy now?" she mumbled after several seconds of awkward silence.
"I'm not going to be happy until we find Millie." Sally said, "But we can't do that if we end up dead through reckless driving."
Rachel nodded and apologized, before snapping her focus back to the task at hand once more.
"How far is it now?" Sally asked, staring out of the side window at the cars.
"Not entirely sure, I think about 5 or 6 miles, we should be there soon." Rachel replied. "All units are heading this way, right?"
"Yep." Replied Sally. "They are all heading to St Georges Terrace as we speak."
…
Millie had grabbed as many supplies as she could find. She had packed them all into a suitcase and was now pulling a trolley down and out through the front door. There was somewhere she had to go; she just knew that it would contain all the answers.
A large warehouse, just on the outskirts of London. The one place other than this she hadn't forgotten.
It had to be connected to everything, didn't it?
