Here's the next chapter. It's quite a short one but I promise that the next chapter will be longer! Thank you for reading and reviewing! Enjoy!
The car came to a stop outside what seemed to be a shut-down warehouse. Alex peered through the car window. Evan stepped out of the vehicle, moved round to open the rear door and grabbed Alex by the rope that tied her wrists firmly together. He pulled sharply on it, forcing Alex to climb awkwardly out of the car.
"Evan…you don't want to do this." Alex tried to tell him calmly, but he just dragged her along by the wrists.
"I think I am more than capable of deciding what I want, Drake" he spat out her name filthily.
Evan hauled Alex through, into the empty warehouse and came to a halt in the middle of the cavernous hanger. Evan reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of cloth. He held it up by each end in front of her teasingly.
"I'm sure we can come to…" but the end of her sentence was cut off by the rag of material being forced into her open mouth and tied firmly in place. It made her gag, as the cloth wasn't exactly clean. Keeping his eyes fixed on Alex and one hand still firmly holding her in place, he picked up a brown potato sack that lay on the floor, turned to the DI and violently wrenched it over her head. The rough coarseness of the fibers that made up the sack scratched painfully across her face and her yelp of surprise and sting was muffled as everything went black. It smelt musty and stale, and before she knew it, she was being yanked forwards, although this time she didn't know where she was going.
She could hear Evan's heavy breathing, shaky, ragged and harsh as she stumbled blindly along behind him.
He dragged her into a small room on the far side, where he then proceeded to tie her up to the piping that ran down the wall of the deserted warehouse. He bound her arms around the pipe so that there was no way in which she could move. That, added to the fact that she was gagged and temporarily blinded, Alex resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't in any position to make an escape attempt. Evan's slimy voice could be heard through the sack.
"You're going to stay here, Alex." He said cruelly. "You better hope and pray that your friends at the station will come with the money."
The next thing Alex heard was the sound of her godfather's footsteps dissolving away. Frustrated, Alex sightlessly kicked out at the wall. Of all people, why him?
Gene sat at his desk holding an empty whiskey glass. It was about 4 o'clock. The DCI was surrounded by sheets of information, evidence. None of it helped him in the slightest. Groaning, he screwed his eyes shut before forcing them open to focus once again on the sheets in front of him, covering every inch of his desk that no wood could be seen through. There was a knock at his office door and Gene nodded for Ray to come in.
"Err, Guv?" Ray bit his lip. "We haven't got anything useful on Evan White. How are we gonna get seventy-five thousand pounds by tomorrow?"
Gene sighed and stood up. He loosened his tie even more and stepped out of his office. Ray followed behind him.
"Chris?" he called and the man in question looked up from where he was working. "I want you and Ray to get two identical briefcases and stuff them both full of paper."
"What kind of paper?" Chris asked ly.
"I don't bleedin' care Christopher!" Gene snapped. "It could be newspaper, it could be lined paper, it could be note paper, and it could even be toilet paper! Just fill them both with paper!"
Chris nodded and scuttled away. Ray lit up another cigarette and turned to his DCI.
"Guv? I don't understand. Isn't filling the briefcases with fake cash gonna be exactly what this scumbag will be expectin'?
"Ah, see that's where you're wrong, Raymundo." Gene scratched his chin. "This bloke knows that we're…well, I'm not stupid and so he will know that we know what he would be expectin', and so…he won't be expectin' it. Do you follow me Carling?"
Ray looked completely baffled by the confusing, tongue-twisting explanation that he had just been given.
"Blimey, you can nearly see the cogs turning." Gene said. "Trust me…this will work. It has to."
And with that, Gene Hunt stalked away, back into his office.
Ray swallowed, frowned and walked off to find Chris, wondering how on earth he was going to repeat the explanation that the Guv had just given him to the young, easily-confused DC.