Turns out I spelt Lyman/Lymon wrong last time.
3.06 Bird Of Prey
Lymon
Dempsey and Makepeace watched Lymon walking down the steps to the car. "Do you really believe he's coming back?" Harry asked.
"We have to. He's the best chance we've got of finding that kid alive - maybe the only chance."
Harry held his arm in an act of solidarity, so Dempsey resisted the urge to pace for as long as he could, even though the nervous energy made him feel as though he was bursting at the seams. In the end, though, he walked out of Harry's grip and paced in front of her, trying to imagine what Lymon would be doing.
"You shouldn't have told him we'd meet him here," Harry said.
"Why not?"
"We could have gone for a drink."
"C'mon, let's go wait by the car," Dempsey suggested, tugging Harry down the steps after him by the wrist.
"You can call in if he doesn't come back, I'm not doing it."
"He /will/ come back. I'm a hundred percent sure."
Harry raised her eyebrows at him.
"Well, ninety percent sure."
"Maybe we should have told him why we're looking for Eddie Dean."
"You know this guy. You really think that woulda helped? I mean, really?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose not."
"He's doing this 'cause he wants a pardon, not because it's helpful." Dempsey started pacing again.
"James, keep still," Harry said, holding his hand to stop him walking. They stood side-by-side and watched, waiting. Dempsey was like a concentrated bundle of energy and eventually he took to pacing once again. Harry stood still, folding her arms. Dempsey's constant movement was grating on her nerves.
When over an hour had passed, Harry wordlessly held out the radio. Dempsey took it irritably, and reported their lack of progress to Chas.