Chapter 2
The night sky was inky black and the air was crisp and fresh, when Sam came off her shift. The DI had been even worse than usual because of some scrote that had wound him up the wrong way, and Sam was looking forward to a long hot soak in the bath. She didn't notice Windsor sneak up behind her until it was too late "No!" Her body hit the ground with a thump. Windsor quickly threw the brick away and dragged Sam into the shadows.
"I've done it" His voice came out in a rasp. "Good, do what you want but don't contact me again" the DI's voice was a cold monotone. Windsor hung up the phone. Do what I want, somebody could take that the wrong way, he mused.
Sam struggled to sit upright, her head was pounding and her arms were tied in front of her. A million questions flew through her head, Where are my? How did I get here? Why am I here? The last question puzzled her the most. "So" Sam recognised the drawling voice "Sleeping beauty finally awakes" "Why the hell have you brought me here Windsor?" "She speaks" "What do you want with me?" "I want you out of the way, and so does. Pause Whoops I'm not supposed to say" "So does who?" when no answer was forthcoming Sam repeated the question, her voice full of fear "So does who?" "Wait and see"
DCI Meadows scanned the room. "Has anyone seen DS Nixon, I need her to do a television appeal for the missing Hawthorn child, and she doesn't have seemed to have turned up for work" Jack was seriously worried about her. "Maybe, she's sick" Manson's patronising voice was the only reply he got.
Hours later the whole station had been called to a briefing. The super's voice rang out "So far the only sign of DS Nixon is her car parked outside the station. Her neighbours haven't seen her since she left for work yesterday, and the last officer to see her was DI Manson at the end of her shift last night. I want door to door done and any sighting of DS Nixon brought to my attention immediately."
"Have you figured out who paid me to do this yet?" the cold voice rang out through the empty room. "Paid you" "I suppose your governors think Mr Manson is perfect don't they?" "Manson! I knew it." "He said I could do what I liked to you. Anything at all." Windsor moved toward her an evil glint in his eye. "Wwwhat are you going to do to me?" Sam tried and failed to keep fear out of her voice. "Well I'm an evil rapist aren't I? He continued snarling" time you learned exactly what I did to my other victims. Use your personal knowledge in court" Sam's scream was cut short as his hand covered her mouth. A few salty tears slipped out of her closed eyes, and a scream escaped her covered lips as he forced himself on her.
He was worried and he didn't worry easily. They should have found her by now a small voice in his head told him. He hated that voice, it was the voice that had begged his father to stop, the voice that searched for the answers to his problems, problems he shouldn't have the voice that reminded him that he was still human and had a cocainise. The last one worried him most, not that he had a cocainise but that he was human and he could hurt. All his life he had blocked out any feelings he had, because if he let them in he might lose control and tell somebody. He had lost control before; his love for Finabar had opened the floodgates.He had told her. It had taken nearly five hours but he had told her every thing. Then he realised what he'd done. She wanted him to go to the police "he can't get away with it" But he had made her promise not to tell anyone else. Nobody must know. A sweat broke out on his forehead. Nobody.
The night sky was inky black and the air was crisp and fresh, when Sam came off her shift. The DI had been even worse than usual because of some scrote that had wound him up the wrong way, and Sam was looking forward to a long hot soak in the bath. She didn't notice Windsor sneak up behind her until it was too late "No!" Her body hit the ground with a thump. Windsor quickly threw the brick away and dragged Sam into the shadows.
"I've done it" His voice came out in a rasp. "Good, do what you want but don't contact me again" the DI's voice was a cold monotone. Windsor hung up the phone. Do what I want, somebody could take that the wrong way, he mused.
Sam struggled to sit upright, her head was pounding and her arms were tied in front of her. A million questions flew through her head, Where are my? How did I get here? Why am I here? The last question puzzled her the most. "So" Sam recognised the drawling voice "Sleeping beauty finally awakes" "Why the hell have you brought me here Windsor?" "She speaks" "What do you want with me?" "I want you out of the way, and so does. Pause Whoops I'm not supposed to say" "So does who?" when no answer was forthcoming Sam repeated the question, her voice full of fear "So does who?" "Wait and see"
DCI Meadows scanned the room. "Has anyone seen DS Nixon, I need her to do a television appeal for the missing Hawthorn child, and she doesn't have seemed to have turned up for work" Jack was seriously worried about her. "Maybe, she's sick" Manson's patronising voice was the only reply he got.
Hours later the whole station had been called to a briefing. The super's voice rang out "So far the only sign of DS Nixon is her car parked outside the station. Her neighbours haven't seen her since she left for work yesterday, and the last officer to see her was DI Manson at the end of her shift last night. I want door to door done and any sighting of DS Nixon brought to my attention immediately."
"Have you figured out who paid me to do this yet?" the cold voice rang out through the empty room. "Paid you" "I suppose your governors think Mr Manson is perfect don't they?" "Manson! I knew it." "He said I could do what I liked to you. Anything at all." Windsor moved toward her an evil glint in his eye. "Wwwhat are you going to do to me?" Sam tried and failed to keep fear out of her voice. "Well I'm an evil rapist aren't I? He continued snarling" time you learned exactly what I did to my other victims. Use your personal knowledge in court" Sam's scream was cut short as his hand covered her mouth. A few salty tears slipped out of her closed eyes, and a scream escaped her covered lips as he forced himself on her.
He was worried and he didn't worry easily. They should have found her by now a small voice in his head told him. He hated that voice, it was the voice that had begged his father to stop, the voice that searched for the answers to his problems, problems he shouldn't have the voice that reminded him that he was still human and had a cocainise. The last one worried him most, not that he had a cocainise but that he was human and he could hurt. All his life he had blocked out any feelings he had, because if he let them in he might lose control and tell somebody. He had lost control before; his love for Finabar had opened the floodgates.He had told her. It had taken nearly five hours but he had told her every thing. Then he realised what he'd done. She wanted him to go to the police "he can't get away with it" But he had made her promise not to tell anyone else. Nobody must know. A sweat broke out on his forehead. Nobody.