Ya no lo he escuchado. De quién es la canción? I haven't seen or heard any of the Grand Prix stuff this year. Will have to wait till the big day...
Chapter 9 - Too Secret
Keep out of it? How could he?
Pete sat at his desk wondering what he should do now, but nothing useful occurred to him. Sam was probably in the hands of some secret organization and he was just the stupid cop sitting around desperately trying to solve his case.
What now? Should he just throw the files into the nearest trash can and forget about it? This was not his kind of way dealing with serious problems.
"Ya've seen something, right?"
Pete spun around, "Sean. What do you mean?"
"Otherwise you wouldn't pull such a strained face", his colleague smirked, "Come on, I know ya well enough, buddy."
"But I didn't", he argued.
"You did. C'mon ya can tell me", Sean said.
Pete let out a crestfallen sigh, "I can't, I'm sorry."
"Oh, I bet it's top secret, then", he giggled, "some kinda wicked life or death conspiracy."
"Yeah", Pete dropped his head.
Sean thought for a moment, "Any way I could help ya?"
"Only if you knew where in this city some underground organization could have its hiding-out."
"Well, Shanny", Sean's smile broadened, "I might have a trace for ya. A shooting out south with just one witness and no other soul to be found around there."
"You're kidding me. There ain't a single thing in the south. Just deserted...", now Pete realized what Sean meant, "factories. Thank you, man. That's good."
His colleague waved a folder in front of his eyes, "Actually this was supposed to be my case, but ya can have it. In case..."
"In case?"
"In case you're gonna buy coffee till the end of the month. Deal?"
"Deal", Pete grabbed the folder, "Thank you, Sean-boy."
He opened it at once in order to find out about the exact location of the incident. Time was running out, he had to get there quickly, otherwise it would be too late...
"Any idea where they could've taken her?" Jack inquired shortly after he and the team had arrived at the meeting point with Barret's unit.
"No idea", the agent sighed, "Until Major Carter got here we didn't even know the rogue cell had a base in Denver."
(AN: I always used to say the guy's sorta clueless...)
Jack growled, "Great work people, really." It would not take long until he lost his patience with these NID people.
"Perhaps I can help you."
From the corner of his eye Jack could see Pete coming around the corner. Two of Barret's agents aimed their rifles at him.
"He's okay", Jack calmed them, "Let him through." But at once Pete was standing in front of him he rebuked the cop, "Whaddaya want here? Haven't I told ya not to..."
"But I think I can help you, Colonel", he defended himself.
"How?"
Pete reached into his pocket and held up a golden bracelet, Sam's bracelet. "It practically dropped onto my head as I was examining the sight of a shooting, "And you see this", he turned it around.
"Blood."
"Right. It means Sam might be hurt..."
"I know that. And what else do ya have", Jack urged him to go on.
"I followed the small blood drops on the concrete and found kind of a fresh tyre track, apparently belonging to some type of van", Pete explained.
"That could be something", Jack stated, "Barret?"
"We'd try it, it's our only trace", he confirmed, "But first of all I'd like to know who he is."
"Detective Pete Shanahan, Denver Police CID", Pete introduced himself.
"A cop?" Barret could not take it, he walked toward him, "How'd you know where to find us at all?"
Pete smirked, "I've got my sources."
"Hey", Jack intervened, "Before ya two start beating each other. What about getting to work now?"
"Right", Barret moved away from Pete, "Let's go."
Pete followed Jack.
"Don't say ya wanna come with us", the colonel groaned.
"I do."
"No way, kiddo, ya stay here. But anyway thanks for your help. I'm gonna let cha know what happened."
