Makepeace ran a hot bath and luxuriated in the heat of the water. She lay back closing her eyes. Dempsey was downstairs trying to concentrate on the television but he was distracted by the sound of her moving around the bathroom and picturing her taking a bath. Forty minutes later and she still hadn't come out of the bathroom so he turned the TV off and went upstairs to see what she was doing. He stood outside the door listening for movement inside; he heard the sound of water moving in the bath. Walking away from the door, he went into his room and picked some clothes up off the floor. Then he stood thinking. He paced back onto the landing and knocked on the door. "You been in there a long time Harry, you enjoyin' yourself?"
"You can't imagine."
"I think I can actually… that's not all I can imagine either!"
"Did you say something?"
"No, carry on!"
He began to pace the landing, waiting for her to come out. Eventually she opened the door in her bathrobe and Dempsey looked at her intrigued. He went to walk past her into the bathroom but she put her arm across the door, leaning against the doorframe provocatively. He came to a halt, his eyes were focused downwards but as she stopped him they slowly traveled up her robed body to her face. She lifted a challenging eyebrow at him. "Have you quite finished pacing around out here?" He wasn't registering her words, only the messages her body was giving off. "Harriet, for a woman who has experienced so much of life you can be very naive at times." She frowned. "No I'm not, what do you mean?" He leant towards her. "Well, I've been standing on a precipice for the last two days, you push me any further and I'm taking you with me." She pulled back in shock and hesitated just a second then before backing down, moving out of his way and making a hasty exit.
Dempsey ran himself a bath and tried to relax in its warmth but he could smell her perfume and he was taunted by thoughts of her so he gave up soaking in the water and got changed. He made his way downstairs and found Makepeace sitting on the sofa, she had changed into jeans and a jumper. He sat down next to her and gave her an intense look. "Great sofa this is." Was she aware of what happened this morning? "Want to watch another movie Harry?" She gave him a haughty look. "No, I don't think that would be wise Dempsey." Excitement filled his eyes and he raised an eyebrow. "No, why?" She realized the implication of her last comment and faltered. "Err, well, we've seen them all." She finished quickly and stood up. "I'm tired so I'll go to bed now. Night." And she left him smoldering with thoughts.
Twenty minutes later he went back upstairs to go to bed himself, he stopped outside her door and knocked. "Good night Harry." He called. He waited for a reply but heard none. Perhaps she was asleep. He went back into the bathroom, but then frowned and turned, heading back to her door. He knocked again. "Harry?" There was no reply. He knocked louder. "Harry, you in there?" Still no reply. He opened the door and froze when he saw that she wasn't in there. He rushed back onto the landing and dashed into all of the rooms upstairs, calling her name. His heart was thudding now as he began to fear the worst.
He bolted downstairs, praying that he would find her there. Crashing through every door he searched for her in panic. He stood in the middle of the lounge trying to catch his breath. Then he began pacing, running his hands through his hair, trying to figure out what to do next. He would telephone her father, he was sure that he would know where Lock would have taken her and he tried to take comfort in that. He raced upstairs again to Harry's room to find the number. Where would it be? Her handbag, where's her handbag? He scoured the room, throwing things onto the floor in his haste to find her bag. "Damn, Damn!" He put his hands over his head and tried to calm down enough to think. Fleeing the room, he stormed back downstairs and searched the lounge, nothing. Then he entered the kitchen and saw her bag on the table, next to the newspaper. He flew to the table and opened the bag to find her address book. Opening it with shaking hands he found her father's number.
Picking up the receiver, he punched in the number and listened as the phone rang out. "Come on, come on, pick up." The phone continued to ring. He pulled his hair in desperation. Where the hell is everybody? Does no one answer the phone there? Eventually Winfield picked up the receiver. "Dempsey here. It's Harry, Lock found the safe house and he's got her. I need to know where he would have taken her."
"Oh hell! He threatened to kill her if I informed on him, but that's by the by now. I've been keeping tabs on him, he's preparing a jet, he would be at a small airfield in Oakrow, hangar 2. And James, he'll have armed men there."