A lead it was indeed, Gene thought, as he hoisted himself out of the Cortina to survey his surrounding. His beloved car was parked in the bushes, out of site to almost all and the half tarmaced scrubland it was near the edge of could have been anywhere in Manchester, anywhere in Britain for that matter, but DC Skelton's source had made it stand out. Near one side of the area, next to a patch of straggly trees the council had planted - just to be seen to be making an effort - was an old air raid bunker, large enough for the population of the grubby estate they stood in. it was the perfect place to hold someone captive, and Gene's heart soared. His head yelled at the stupid muscle, knowing they still had a long way to go to find out if Sam was even in there, let alone alive, and trying futilely to stamp on the bright spark of hope.
DI Hunt had not been entirely unconvinced that Myres would not just kill Sam for the sake of it, once he was sure it would hurt Gene, and they still had no guarantee of life. He had to remain focused if he wanted Sam back, had to command his men, had to stay objective. He could get emotional once Sam was safe. Emotional… the word held him for a second. Not a word he would ever use to describe himself, at least till his new DI sauntered in the door. no, not even then… the feeling had grown and crept up on him.
'This is where Jones said he saw them Guv,' Chris announced, too loudly, coming round to stand behind Gene from the other side of the Cortina, ''e said, there were Myres, and 3 other blokes, holding the Boss up between them, it looked like he were asleep, he said.' Chris tried to crane his neck around Gene to get a look at the small, low, concrete building.
'I dunno, Guv,' Ray drawled, however, casting the shelter a disinterested glance, and slouching against the boot of the Cortina as if he was bored out of his mind and being forced into the most utterly pointless activity he could think of on earth; not figuring out a way to save an endangered collegue. That simple fact pissed Gene off more than anything else, which was not the wisest of ideas since his emotions had been a little shaky since Sam had been snatched without that being added to by an idiotic sergeant. 'doesn't seem that likely to me, probably Jonesey trying to mess with us, you know what the bastard's like.'
Turning sharply DCI Hunt rounded on the smaller man.
'I don't bloody well care what seems likely to you DS Carling' he hissed, as loud as he dared for fear of being overheard. 'your opinion matters about as much to be as a bloody teacup's… I want to know if he has DI Tyler locked up, badly hurt in that concrete box, and I want to know N'
'Guv!' Chris whispered loudly from the position he had maintained looking out into the clearing, ' I recon I can see Myres…'
Gene practically threw his junior officer to the floor in his rush to make an ID, glad he had held back from bellowing at Ray.
'that's the slimy tosser alright,' Gene said as he watch the European man walk away flanked by two thugs, and disappear round the corner on to the estate. He turned back to Chris and Ray, 'back here tonight,' he whispered firmly.