Phil stared once more at the information about James Carlson. They'd completed a door to door search down Jame's old street and down the streets next to where Sam dissapeared. The only thing that had turned up was a dirty white van registration n415 jvf which had been parked for roughly a week before vanishing around the same time as Sam. It was obvious there was a link and everyone was on the look out for the van but so far, nothing. An idea struck and Phil lept to his feet before marching into Jacks office,
"Guv can i see the Miss Staine case notes?"
Jack frowned but nodded leaving the papers he had been looking through on his desk he retrieved them.
"Here, have you got something?"
"I was wondering if there were any links,"
Jack nodded uninspired before returning to the papers.
The case notes were strong. John had given a vivid recount. But what if it had been so vivid because John had witnessed it? What if he had been protecting his son by falsely confessing? Phil skim read then glanced once more at the first line,
"I grabbed Miss Staine from behind. One hand over her mouth ,to stop her screaming, one hand quickly searched for a mobile. Finding one i smashed it on the floor, than pinning her hands behind her back roughly i dragged her out of the alley. This took a matter of seconds,"
That could fit perfectly in with Sam couldn't it? Except one thing. The radio had been found the phone in the Miss Staine case had not. Unless John cleaned it up for James afterwards?
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Sam stared at the gun frozen in shock. James eyes were flashing evilly as his finger slid down to the trigger,
"Wait," Sam managed to say, "you..."
"Shut up," James snarled. His finger pressing down slowly. Suddenly there was a bang from outside. James jumped dropping the gun, Sam made a grab for it but James' foot was quick to collide with her head. As she lost conciesnous James swore,
"I need you awake," he snapped kicking her, "i need to see the fear in your eyes as you die,"
With one more vicous kick James' turned to glance at the one thing he had taken from Sam. Her mobile. H ehadn't smashed it, just simply turned it off so it couldn't be traced. But hey the coppers weren't even close to finding her, playing with them couldn't hurt. He turned on her phone stroking over the smooth surface as it rang out the start up tune. With quick hands he turned the phone to silent before entering phone book.
"What was his name?" he muttered scanning through the contacts, his eyes gleamed as they rested on Phil.
'Hlp Phil plz hes gt a gn' James typed in before pressing send.
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Phil glanced at the text taking a moment to register what it said,
"Can we get a trace on Sam's phone?" he yelled
"It's off," Mickey frowned
"It's just switched on,"
Moments later they crowded round the computer. The multi story car park.
