2 Tired
Harry threw her coat over the sofa as she tried to focus. Dempsey was now the subject of a Missing Person inquiry. It didn't seem real. The Forensics Officers had torn their small flat apart but despite Chas and Jackie offering her a bed for the night she had chosen to go home. She needed to be somewhere that Dempsey may return to. She sighed heavily, dropping onto the grey sofa. It was the 1980s. It was London. Grown men just didn't vanish into the night. It just didn't happen. Or did it? She sighed, running her hand through her blonde hair. Dempsey had enemies, she had enemies. It wouldn't be too far fetched to think one of them had crawled out of the woodwork. She felt sick, knowing Dempsey's reaction would be "life's a bitch, then you die." Deciding there was no way she was going to settle she stepped over to the small kitchen table, determined to work.
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"I don't like this, Chas." Spikings poured hot water into his mug as he glared at the tea bag. "One of my officers going AWOL. Its not on. I won't have it."
"Sir." Chas sipped his own tea. "You know he hasn't done that. Not voluntarily."
"No, it would appear not. No." Spikings frowned. "Anything?"
Chas sighed. "Forensics are still looking at that blood splatter they found in the street outside. No way I'm telling Harry until we have it confirmed. It might ne be his." He watched as the older Welshman nodded. "Could be anyone's."
"Probably best she isn't informed as yet." He sighed. "I knew something like this would happen. Only I thought it would be him going back to America that would destroy the girl. After all she has been through." He shook his head. "One day someone will give us a break." He sighed before picking up his mug and heading back to his office. "Keep me informed." He yelled as Chas rubbed his eyes, he had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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Harry looked at the notes she had made, her statement already given to Chas was no doubt on his desk waiting to be typed. She knew she sounded like a deluded girlfriend who would think there was no way her fiancé was going to run out on her in the middle of the night. But this was Dempsey. She knew him. He wouldn't just go. She paused, she had already checked the obvious places, his belongings were where he had left them, toothbrush and aftershave in the bathroom, his clothes in the wardrobe, his wallet on the counter in the kitchen with his car keys. She looked at the paper on the desk in front of her.
"Where are you?" She almost whispered. "Is Spikings right? Did you want to leave me and didn't want to face me? Is that why you aren't here?" She got to her feet, almost sprinting into the kitchen. She pulled the locked box where she had all their important documents under lock and key. Snapping the lock open she sighed in relief as she realised his passport was still there. Biting back tears she went back to the table. Finding the passport meant there was a very good chance he hadn't just left - however, the thought that he had been taken was almost worse. She felt as if her whole world had been dragged out from under her feet. The memories of the night Dempsey had vanished hit her. She knew he hadn't walked out, she knew he was out there, somewhere trying to survive until they found him. She picked up her notes, headed to the window and stared out into the night.
"I'm trying, Dempsey. I am really trying. But you have to give me something. There has to be something we've missed. Something I have." She sighed. "Please, James. I need you." She closed her eyes as she pictured his face. Her eyes snapped open as she realised the phone was ringing. Maybe, just maybe he had heard her.
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