Part Two

Later that afternoon a smartly dressed Cole enters the Police Chief's office. "Ah Turner, at last." The chief said, putting his pen back in a holder.

"What's this all about sir? Did Lieutenant Morris get in touch with you? Where is he?" Cole asked, looking confused.

"Hasn't been seen since leaving the station early this afternoon, wondered if you knew anything."

"First George Kemp, now Morris..." Cole said thinking aloud.

"That's what we said; you could be the next one to go missing Turner. That's why we're putting round the clock protection on you."

Cole raised an eyebrow and looked rather smug, "I can handle myself sir, and I'll personally see to it that whoever's trying to sabotage our case, is bought to justice."

"Never the less, I'm putting a man on you." The chief told him raising his voice; he wasn't the type to be argued with.

Cole smiled and nodded, as he started backing off – eventually rushing out of the door. "Turner!" The chief could be heard yelling, as Cole rushed out of the building.

Police Station Car Park

Cole immediately took notice of Darryl's cell phone, lying on the ground just underneath his car. Then, all of a sudden it began ringing. He picked up the cell phone and accepted the call; a quiet voice began to talk. "Drop the case and the Lieutenant will be returned safely." The voice instructed Cole.

"Who is this?" Cole demanded to know, shouting down the phone. No reply came back and the phone went dead.

At that moment, the familiar two men approached Cole. He quickly turned to face them, being able to sense their presence. Suddenly it all began to fall in to place for the demon. "So you're the scumbags that have been sabotaging our case?"

"Belthazor? Well this is a surprise, we thought you were dead." Mr. White told him, speaking on behalf of them both.

"What is this? Marsden isn't a demon, why are you protecting him?"

"Tell me Belthazor, why the sudden interest in human affairs?" Mr. Black asked, stepping forward.

"I was about to ask you guys the same question, helping humans?" The demon do-gooder asked.

"He's a very important acquaintance. Especially when we want to establish ourselves in this plane. He knows the right people. And with him being behind bars, it is rather difficult." Mr. White explained.

"Establish yourselves? And you kidnap a very good friend to the Charmed Ones? That isn't smart, what would the Source say?" Cole told them, sarcastically and grinning.

"Who knows? He's dead. You cannot fool us Belthazor, you're a human now." Mr. Black told him, lighting an energy bolt and launching it at the demon district attorney.

The energy bolt hit Cole but had no affect, it didn't even move him. "Is that the best you can do?" He asked them, as he lit a fireball and threw at the same demon that threw the energy bolt.

Mr. Black shimmered away and re-appeared behind Cole, firing another energy bolt. It still had no affect on him. "Let's go." Mr. White instructed, and they both shimmered away.

Cole sighed and threw a fireball at the CCTV camera that was attached the wall, incinerating it on impact. He put Darryl's cell phone in his back pocket, and walked away.

Demon lair

Darryl stood in the centre of an all black room; it was like a basement only.... It had no door. Below Darryl' right eye blood trickled mockingly, the demons had obviously done some damage. His continuous screams for help and banging on the walls had amounted to nothing.

One of his captors shimmered in to the room, knocking Morris off his feet. "Well, well, Belthazor lives. You forgot to mention that when we tortured you, is there anything else you missed out Lieutenant?" Mr. White asked, looking down on Darryl who still hadn't got to his feet. "Perhaps you need a little encouragement..." The demon waved his hand at the wall in front and the bricks began to collapse to the sound of thunder. When the dust had settled, the demon urged Darryl to look at the wall he collapsed.

Darryl screamed in horror and inched further away, the bloodied body of George Kemp was staring back at him.

"He had himself to blame, he kept things from us, refused to drop the case. You're not that foolish are you Lieutenant?"

"The Charmed ones will kick your ass back in to hell!" Darryl's low husky voice told them, as he spat out blood towards his enemies.

The demon shook his head, "I'm disappointed... You have until the sand reaches the bottom of the glass before I kill you, you might want to re-think your answer." Clicking his fingers, an hourglass appeared and hovered in mid air. "There's about... an hour's worth of sand in that, after that I will lose my patience." The demon shimmered away, leaving Darryl to re-think his attitude.

At the court room Cole is doing his best to delay the case. "Mr. Turner there will be no delays, Mr. Stan Marsden will be set free and cleared of all charges." The Judge told him, slamming down his hammer.

Cole shook his head; he couldn't quite believe the Judge was letting a known criminal walk. "You can't do this, the man's a murderer! Marsden killed Tom Warner in cold blood just because he refused to buy narcotics! At least three people saw it; he even had blood on his clothing and his finger prints were on the knife!"

"Mr. Turner you will respect my decision, or I'll be forced to file a complaint and have you thrown in jail!" The Judge yelled from the bench, waving his arms around as he shouted.

Outside Court

Marsden grinned at Cole, as he walked by with his lawyer. "Hey Turner, nice try. You know you need to lighten up, come with me, we'll blow shit up - its fun!"

Cole launched himself at the killer, forcing him against the car. "You stay smug pal, I know who you're working with!"

"Mr. Turner, did you not hear what the Judge told you!" Marsden's lawyer shouted, pulling him off his client.

Cole straightened his tie and backed away, "This isn't over! Not by a long shot!" He shouted as the two men drove away. Then, with a cheeky smile he ran forward and vanished.

TO BE CONTINUED