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Two hours later they were all back at HQ. Finding Chris was their top priority. The other cases had taken a back seat. No-one had needed to discuss it. It just was that way. The three men who had taken her from the hospital were plastered over the boards in front of them. Chris's picture was also up there once again. They had managed to identify two of the men, but the main one who had done all the talking remained a mystery.

Street glanced up at the boards in front of him. The two guys were key players in the gang they had been chasing for months. He had studied their pictures before, along with nine others. Their faces on these boards were part for that day for him. They had never work out why they had taken Chris, let alone kept her. He sighed and went back to his task.

He was pouring over CCTV from the hospital car park. There was no sign of them making their escape. Other camera angles were being looked at by Tan and Luca. They stood together around the table each of them focused on their own tablets. Street could see the entrance with this angle. He double checked the time codes from the film he had just watched. They definitely didn't leave this way.

'They didn't leave through the main entrance,' Street spoke out drawing the others attention. They were looking at the wrong set of CCTV videos.

'What other exits are there?' Luca asked.

'I need to talk to security,' Captain Cortez was already on the phone, 'Hi, Captain Cortez here. I need information on all the exits out of the hospital.' The others waited while the person on the end of the phone answered her. 'I'll send someone over to collect them now.'

She hung up sighing. She had been in the building for thirteen hours now and it didn't look like she was leaving anytime soon. She hadn't had the chance to see Chris at the hospital, she was gone before she had arrived. Without being able to physically see her she was struggling with the fact her friend was actually alive. Part of her just couldn't believe it. She had studied the crime scene, the photos and the coroners report on the amount of blood in that corridor; every person had come to the same conclusion, Chris was no longer with them. So how was she still here?

'Go and get one of the uniforms to collect the extra CCTV angles,' she spoke into the room expecting someone to take up her order.

'I'll go,' Street volunteered. He just wanted to get out of this room. Before anyone could object he had taken off heading to the locker room for his jacket. He swung his locker open without thinking and shrugged the jacket off its hook. His eyes stopped on the white letters at the top of his locker. He had never managed to remove them, even knowing that Chris was no longer there to receive them. The front of every one of them held her name. Even when she was gone he didn't write to anyone else.

Sealing himself he slipped on his jacket and made his way outside. He took the chance to let off some steam on his bike by picking up the footage himself. Street took a deep breath and steadied his thoughts as he pulled out of HQ, the engine revved as he picked up speed. He had always loved the freedom, but today he needed it.

The roads to the hospital disappeared behind him and he found himself in the security office with a young guy.

'You made it here fast,' he commented looking up from the four monitors in front of him.

'Have you found anything?' Street asked when he realised the guy was looking through the footage from this morning. He had expected to be given a flash drive to take back to HQ.

'I think they went out of the service entrance,' he clicked away pulling up the footage he wanted Street to see. 'Is this them?'

Street watched the video play. It showed four people walking down a corridor, but he wasn't sure it was the same guys. The footage wasn't very clear and if it was them they had changed, or at least Chris had.

'I double checked all the cameras. No-one left in a hospital gown,' the guy seemed to read his thoughts.

'This has to be them,' Street concluded, 'got anymore angles?' the lad turned to his keyboard and started typing. Street listened to the clicking as he continued to study the stopped image of the four of them.

'We've got two cameras on deliveries, one sec.' The image changed in front of him and started to play. The guy scooted his wheely chair across the lino flooring to Street's side. They watched together. 'They should be visible any second,' he pointed to the corner of the screen focusing Street's attention. There they were. The four figures made a hasty exit through the delivery bay loading into a white van that the camera just about caught.

'That's them,' Street was sure of it now. He could tell just by the way Chris walked. 'The other angle,' he prompted the guy who rolled back over to the keyboard. Street seemed to wait a lifetime in those seconds wondering if the camera had managed to catch the licence plate of the van. Finally the videos were switched and the guy was rolling back to his side. Street spent a second placing where this second camera was recording from. It was almost opposite the last camera and most of the picture was taken up by a large delivery lorry.

'Come on,' Street mumbled to himself as he watched the four figures appear from behind the lorry then disappear out of shot. His heart sank. There was no shot of the van.

'I'm sorry dude,' the guy made his trip back to stop the video. Street didn't know what to do now. Just as the guy stopped the video the van drove into the frame on its way out.

'Wait,' Street made the guy jump with his shout.

'Jesus,' he held his hand over his heart.

'That's the van, keep playing the video.' He hit play and they both watched as the van drove fully into the shot, the licence plate was fully visible. A smile took over Street's face.

'I need a licence plate check,' Street was on the phone within the minute reading it out to the person on the other end of the phone from the paused screen in front of him. 'Yes. Pen and paper,' he whispered at the guy tucking the phone under his ear and miming writing something down. A scrap of paper and a pen came his way and he started jotting down what he heard. He stopped and hung up.

'Thanks mate, beyond helpful, thank you,' he gushed at the security guard as he tucked his phone into his pocket. Street picked up the paper and made his way to the door.

'Any time,' the guy called after him, but Street was gone.