Shock
The silence after she left was palpable. He couldn't believe it. She was gone. She had left the station - left them. He uncurled his fingers staring at the small engagement ring that had once belonged to his grandmother. He had never expected Harry to return it to him, part of him had hoped their daughter or future daughter in law would wear it one day. He placed it back in his pocket, knowing he had to make Harry see that he wasn't like her ex husband ; that what they had was special.
Xxxxxx
"Chas?"
"Dave." The Glaswegian detective looked up from the file he was reading.
"What?"
"Dempsey and Harry."
"What about them? Spit it out."
"Harry left really quickly. Dempsey ain't been back since Spikings locked himself in the office. Do you think everything is ok?"
Chas sighed. He had no idea.
"Look, I'm a copper. I'm not a relationship counsellor."
"But you're married."
"Aye, I am." Chas smiled. He couldn't help but think of his wife as he answered the younger man. "Doesne make me an expert on relationships. They'll work it out. They always do."
"I hope so. Dempsey was a nightmare when Harry went to work in the museum."
"Aye." Chas nodded. "You're right there son. Now, did you find anything? On Harrington?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "The club she goes to every Saturday night. The Pop Icon on Wilson Road?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"Harry's cousin Tommy's wife worked there years ago. In the late 1970s. She knows Harrison well. Isn't that a conflict of interests?"
"For Harry?" Chas leant back in his chair. "No I don't think so. Tommy's wife Louisa died in 1980." He sighed. "Cancer."
"Oh." Dave scratched his head. "I didn't know."
"Why would you? No, find the 'in' elsewhere. It's not Harry."
Xxxxxxxx
Harry sat in the cafe opposite the club. She knew the woman that was peddling heroin to half of London was due to be there later that evening. She felt sick, knowing there was no way Spikings would agree to her being there; that Dempsey and the others wouldn't, couldn't come to her rescue. She ran a hand through her blonde hair as she thought of Dempsey. Determined not to cry she looked over the cafe. She had to do it. Dempsey couldn't control her; she knew he didn't mean to. He loved her; she knew that but she couldn't not do her job. Leaving a few pound notes on the table she got to her feet. She had work to do.
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