"Judy!" Tom called out, rushing through the apartment. They searched all the rooms but she was no where to be found.
"You think those masked guys did this?" Harry demanded, hurrying to look out of the window. It was so streaked with rain, Tom wondered if he could even see out of it.
"We need to find her," Doug said, and at that moment Tom caught sight of her on the surveillance screen.
"She's outside!" he said.
"What?" Harry came running over to take a look. "Why?"
"Does she sleep walk?" Doug joked.
"She looks okay," Tom decided. "She must have woken up, found we were gone, and then went to look for us."
"It's my fault," Harry said. "But I was worried about you guys; I needed to go check you were alright. I didn't think she'd wake up."
"We better go get her," Tom laughed. "She's gonna be pissed. Who's gonna go?"
"Don't look at me," Harry said, holding up his hands, "I'm off duty."
"And I went last time," Doug pointed out, folding his arms across his chest.
"Fine," Tom said, letting out a sigh, he went to the door. "What the hell?" he said, tugging at the handle. "It won't open!"
"What?" Doug came to try, but no matter how hard they pulled on the door, it would not budge.
"It's an old building," Harry told them. "Old doors, in old buildings, stick."
"Well now what?" Tom demanded. "She can't get in. We can't get out, and that could prove a big problem if the dealers actually show up, and we can't get out there and arrest them!"
"You could go out the window," Doug suggested, "Then down the fire escape."
"It looks like the only way," Harry added.
Tom could see both of them were trying to suppress their laughter at the thought of him undertaking the task.
"Great," he said sarcastically, snatching up his flashlight and tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans.