Something was wrong. He could feel it.
Worse, he was near certain it had nothing to do with case. No, the type of gnawing in his gut usually only meant one thing.
Natalie was in trouble. He didn't know how or why, but he was sure. If only he could call her, if only he could see her, he'd know.
But she was in Llanview, and he was in Wisconsin. She had a restraining order out on him and he couldn't get near her. He hit the desk in frustration.
"John, man, what's wrong?" he was asked from a passing by colleague.
Right, he was supposed to be solving this case. He was supposed to be the emotionally detached person everyone believed him to be. It wasn't like he'd lost everything only to be relocated to the middle of nowhere on a case meant for local jurisdiction.
"No new leads" he said and the colleague kept on walking.
He sat down and hung his head in his hands. She needed him and he was half a country away. She was on the roof, he was sure. He'd give anything to listen to her and hold her, promise her it would be alright, because there was nothing she wasn't strong enough to handle.
Screw it he thought, and picked up his phone.
He heard it ring once and then the office phone rang. He sighed, and hung up his cell phone, picking up the office phone.
"McBain. My office. Now"
He should have known. They'd bugged his phone for professional reasons, but every time he called Natalie, they knew. He headed to his boss's office, knowing another lecture was coming his way.