"NO! MARTHA!" Jack shouted running toward William. "YOU KILLED HER!" he yelled at him. "I LOVED HER" his voice was becoming louder and he was getting more and more angry.

"Jess, take him to the cell will you" Steph demanded.

"Come on buddy, this way" and as Jess dragged William into the cell, she suddenly realised that the gun shot sounded rather close, "how far away are you holding her?"

"What?" William asked, dumbfounded.

"I said how far away are you holding her?"

"Oh, in a warehouse, about 20 minutes away" He told her nervously.

"That shot was way to close!" she thought to herself "Steph!" she shouted, and as Steph came running towards her, she wondered if maybe she should keep the information to herself.

"What's wrong now?"

"I, uh, I…" she mumbled, not knowing what to say next.

"You what Jess? Why did you call me?" she asked edgily.

"She's not dead!" Jess almost yelled.

"You what?" asked Steph with a stunned look on her face.

"Martha's alive!" Jack said as he came running over to the two ladies, his heart was beating a million miles a minute; he was so excited and anxious at the same time.

"Well, where is she then?" asked Steph.

"She is being held in a warehouse about 20 minutes away" Jess finally confessed.

"OK, ask him the exact address, we'll take the squad car you bring back up" Steph ordered.

Meanwhile, in the warehouse

"He's taking his time buying that rope…" Bob said suspiciously.

"Yeah he sure is… you don't think he made a detour do you?" Martin asked sarcastically.

"Maybe he did… the police!" "That little rat! He has handed us in!" Bob said getting very agitated.

"I was joking…" "I don't think William would do something like that" Martin said, trying to stick up for his best friend.

In the distance they could hear sirens, about 10 minutes away from them.

"He didn't…"

"Sure did!" Bob said confidently. "Grab the girl! This is a hostage situation now!"

"What will we use?" Martin asked, still in shock that his once best friend had turned him into the police

"Go out the back and get the gun, make sure it is loaded."

Bob ran over to Martha and untied her arms and feet. He then took off her blindfold and took the cloth from her mouth.

"JACK!" "ANYBODY!" "HELP ME!" Martha yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Shut up! I will kill you before lover boy gets here if you are not quiet."

And at that very second Martin walked inside with a shotgun in his hand "Fully loaded, just like you asked."