The only word Helena could think to describe the place was "bad". Monitors
had been smashed, prompters destroyed, years of computer research tumbled
over. Even if she was still alive, Barbara would not be happy should she
see the place again. However, that was Helena's whole plan. Whether Barbara
wanted to or not, she was coming back alive. Dina too.
Reese looked through a few piles of overturned printouts and on a flickering screen. "Hey, wait a second," he began, lifting one of the papers. "This was my case three weeks ago. You're the one that busted his ass and gift wrapped him for the precinct?"
"It was nothing," she shot. "Just help me find them. That's the most crucial thing. I'll bring you back up here to snoop another time if you want."
"Got any ideas on where they could be?"
"Reese, shut up and look for clues. That's what you're good at; DO IT!"
"Jesus, Huntress. Calm yourself. You're usually pretty calm when we do sweeps. If you don't relax, it will make the situation worse."
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Helena lifted a print out. "She's got them. Oh God! I trusted her."
"Who? Huntress, tell me something." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She collapsed inward. She'd lost her mentor, the communication she thrived on, and a new best friend. She was going to hurt Quinzell. There were many things worse than death.
Reese propped her upward. "Where is she?"
Reese looked through a few piles of overturned printouts and on a flickering screen. "Hey, wait a second," he began, lifting one of the papers. "This was my case three weeks ago. You're the one that busted his ass and gift wrapped him for the precinct?"
"It was nothing," she shot. "Just help me find them. That's the most crucial thing. I'll bring you back up here to snoop another time if you want."
"Got any ideas on where they could be?"
"Reese, shut up and look for clues. That's what you're good at; DO IT!"
"Jesus, Huntress. Calm yourself. You're usually pretty calm when we do sweeps. If you don't relax, it will make the situation worse."
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Helena lifted a print out. "She's got them. Oh God! I trusted her."
"Who? Huntress, tell me something." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She collapsed inward. She'd lost her mentor, the communication she thrived on, and a new best friend. She was going to hurt Quinzell. There were many things worse than death.
Reese propped her upward. "Where is she?"
