Chapter 5

Fraser didn't know how much time had past when he felt hand pulling on his body. They sat him back on the chair and bound his arms and legs once again.

Fraser tried to gage who it was that was doing this to him and why. Fraser had partly guessed already that it must have something to do with the letters that he has been getting.

A new voice sounded from the darkness, "Well Constable I hope you slept well. I think that we are going to have lots fun here".

Fraser looked the direction the voice came from, "Who are you and what do you want"?

Fraser heard the man pace in front of him, "You see I knew that you'd ask me that. You were always one not let anything go now weren't you"?

Fraser played the voice in his head he knew that voice from somewhere but where.

Fraser steeled himself, "I am someone who likes to see justice done yes. But you will pay for your crimes".

A light came on revealing the room. It also showed the man and many standing in the background.

Fraser's eyes widened at who was in front of him.

Standing in front of him were the goons that Warfield hired to beat him up. Their suddenly from the back of the room stepped Warfield himself. He was snickering and smoking his cigar.

Warfield stepped up to Fraser's face blowing smoke into his face, "Welcome to hell Constable".

Fraser swallowed his rising panic.

Ray was getting really frustrated now. They had tried the consulate from top to bottom and noting. Ray paced rubbing his head worried and frightened as to what could have happened to Fraser.

Francesca stopped Ray's pacing by grabbing his arm, "Ray, Ray, Stanley".

Ray spun around and snapped, "What".

Francesca kept a hold of his arm, "Ray why don't we check the files at the station and see what we can come up with".

Ray nodded, "Ya, ya your right".

Just as they went out the doors of the consulate Diefenbaker took off down the road.

Ray's head sagged for a moment and he threw Francesca the keys to the car with instructions to follow.

Ray was off and running after Diefenbaker muttering all the way, "Stupid wolf better be on to something. I am not North West Territories fit anymore I am city fit. City fit means no running. It's like running after stupid perps why do they always run huh"?

Ray found Diefenbaker about three blocks down from the consulate sniffing the area frantically.

Ray crouched down next to him, "What did you find Dief"?

Diefenbaker indicated with his nose with a low whine.

Ray saw that it was a spot if blood. So Ray took a kit out of his pocket. That was something Fraser insisted that he carry just in case. So Ray took a sample and then went further down the side street.

Ray saw Fraser's Stetson lying behind the garbage bin on the corner. Ray picked it up and sighed. Now the really had a missing person on their hands.

Ray got on his cell phone to get a team down to collect more evidence from the area in case any hairs or fibres were left behind.

Warfield now sat in front of Fraser still blowing smoke into his face.

The goons had now tied Fraser's hand to him legs. They were positioned as if he was holding his knees. Fraser knew that meant something bad. Fraser did not let the fear show on his face.

Warfield's voice was menacing, "Constable Do you realise how much you damaged my business. Your interference cost me a lot of money and caused some of my men to turn against me. You know I can not let that go unpunished right"?

Fraser's voice was steady, "Mr Warfield what you did was wrong. All I wanted was an apology for you hitting that young man".

Warfield laughed a haunting laugh, "You wanted me to say sorry for slapping a busboy. Constable I have done far worse in my time".

Fraser's eyes never gave anything away, "What you did was still wrong Mr Warfield".

Warfield's eyes grew intense looking from his cigar to Fraser's hands.

Fraser knew what was coming and tried to move but heavy arms held him down.

Warfield then pressed the still burning cigar to the back of one of Fraser's hand. That caused Fraser to scream out in pain and buck up in the chair while Warfield put his cigar out on his hand.

Warfield sat back taking great joy in this, "Constable tell me about that pretty lady your seeing"?

Fraser's eyes snapped open.

Warfield leaned forward, "Oh you didn't know I knew did you. It's a nice house that she lives in isn't it. That's an interesting family that she has got there. I wonder what it would be like to be with her".

Fraser's voice was strong and angry, "You touch one hair on her head and I'll kill you"?

Warfield pressed his thump hard onto the burn he made on Fraser's hand, "And just how are you going to do that Mr Super Mountie".

With that they all left again laughing as they did.

Tears sprung to Fraser's eyes, "God Ray please protect Francesca".