Love

Harry felt sick as she thought about how Dempsey had got the injuries he had. As he had slept she was able to watch him properly unobserved. She still had no idea how he had been abducted from their home without her knowing he had gone. She fought the anger that made her want to scream. She knew there was no way Spikings would allow her to interview the men they had arrested at the abandoned train station. She tried to force the thoughts out of her mind as she tried to concentrate on the fact her and Dempsey were together. Nothing else mattered, they were just together.

"Quit staring at me."

"You're awake?"

"Yeah." Dempsey groaned. "Seem to be."

"Shall I call the nurse?" Harry was about to pull away as he held her hand a little tighter.

"Nah, they are busy enough. Harry, are you ok?"

"Me?" Harry was genuinely surprised. "I?"

"Are you ok?" Dempsey asked again as she smiled slightly. "Harry?"

"Yeah." She paused. "Yeah, I'm ok."

She smiled as he brought her hand to his lips. He looked like he had been in the ring with Mohammed Ali but in that moment she knew he was still the man she had fallen for. Sighing she looked him in the eye.

"Why did this happen?" Harry bit her lip as he looked directly at her. "How?"

"Coltrane is dead." Dempsey knew his voice was sharper than he had intended it to be. Harry winced slightly. "But he had friends, people who owed him. I guess someone called in the debt on his behalf."

"I didn't know you had been taken. Not until the morning."

"God Harry," He paused. "None of this is your fault. You have nothing to blame yourself for. They told me you were dead. You told me." He paused. "I thought you had."

"Hey." She blinked back a tear. "I'm fine. I promise you. I'm fine." She smiled slightly as she watched him.

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Spikings sat at his desk, deep in thought. He knew the man in the cells was going to be one of the easiest interviews he had ever conducted. The man was clearly a hired lackey. He ran a hand over his face as he thought about the case. He didn't really care about the man they had in the cells. It was the person pulling the strings that he was more interested in. He wanted the Organ Grinder, not the Monkeys.

"Sir?"

He looked up as Chas waited in the doorway. He signalled for his junior officer to walk in.

"What is it?"

"Our man. He has finally given us his name. I did a wee bit of digging."

"And?" Spikings smiled slightly, he knew there was always a chance that the Detective had pulled the man's life apart.

"He's no more than a lackey. He is an idiot." Chas paused. "Says his name is Des Locke. He's been inside for more time than he had been a free man. Not the brightest spark in the sky. Says he was paid to mind Dempsey but he didn't abduct him."

"Do you believe him?"

"Yeah but he's lawyered up." Chas paused. "He seems to know a fair bit about it all. Says Harry was drugged. That's why she was unable to hear anything on the night he was taken. It also explains why she was feeling unwell the next day."

"Explains it."

"Sir?"

"Go on."

"We have enough to charge him, but there's others out there. His boss for one."

"I am going to talk to him. Lawyer or no, our Mr Locke has to decide exactly where his loyalty lies, with himself or with those who have hung him out to dry."

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