Chapter 7

Fraser woke from a restless slumber every part of his body hurt from sitting in the chair. The back of his neck itched from the dry blood and his eyes were still slightly blurry.

Fraser once again took in his surroundings. Judging by the size it was a big enough room but not big enough to be a building. Now more alert Fraser listened for sounds.

The light from outside was gone indicating that it was now night time. Fraser strained his ears he could hear the sounds of water and engines.

Fraser's head darted around, 'A boat' Fraser thought, 'I'm on a boat'.

Fraser knew that this could end really badly all they'd have to do would be to kill him and throw him overboard.

Just as Fraser gave a silent cry for help for Ray to find him, the doors opened again and in came Warfield and his men.

Fraser could see that they were carrying a tray with food on and they sat it on the table.

One of the men grabbed Fraser roughly and undoing his ties and making him sit at the table with one word, "Eat".

Fraser did without protest afraid if he didn't they might do something bad to Francesca or Ray or god forbid Helen.

At the end of the meal Fraser was left sitting in the chair at the table wondering what was coming next.

Instead Warfield sat across the table from him smoking his cigar which never seemed to leave his hand.

All Fraser could think looking at him was, 'Dose no one read the health warning labels anymore'?

Warfield's voice was gruff, "Did you enjoy that constable? Have you figured out where you are yet"?

Fraser kept his voice sure and steady, "I believe I'm on a boat. We are most likely on the Southside around dock 32, Judging by the size and the sounds of the engines outside".

Warfield gave a haunting laugh, "Very good constable we are in fact on dock 32, I'm impressed. I have something that you may be interested in taking at look at".

Warfield stuck out his hand and took the brown envelope from one of his men.

Fraser swallowed down the fear of what could be inside that envelope.

Warfield place the envelope flat on the table, "I think constable you're going to find these very interesting".

Warfield opened the envelope taking out a handful of photos. Placing them face up so Fraser could see them.

Fraser's eyes grew wide and fearful they were watching them, "What did you do to then"?

Warfield tutted, "Don't you think that she is really beautiful. Oh what she must be like. I thought that she was your girlfriend. Yet here she is hugging the blond Detective".

That was the one thing that Fraser was delighted in seeing. Ray was indeed looking after Francesca.

Smacking his fist on the table Warfield demanded Fraser's attention, "Constable as long as you take, your punishment without protest I won't harm your girlfriend. Or else I might just like o find out what she is like"?

Warfield stood, "It's late time for sleep we'll continue our discussion bright and early".

Fraser was grabbed again but this time instead of the chair they threw him on a bed. It didn't take long for sleep to clam him as the injected him with something as soon as he was lying down.

It was close o midnight and Ray was still at his desk on what felt like his hundred coffee. The judge who issues the warrants was out of town and tracking down his stand in was trouble. They now knew that Fraser was either been held in the penthouse or the boat. All the warehouses showed no signs of life and three of them had been burned o the ground as it was.

Ray felt a soft hand on his shoulder and Ray looked up in the eyes of Helen.

Ray was immediately off his chair and into her arms in a strong hug, "Oh Helen".

Helen rubbed his back and kissed his cheek, "Ray did you sleep at all"?

Ray shook his head against her shoulder, "I'll sleep when I find Fraser".

Helen rubbed the back of her hand over his tired face, "Ray you need to sleep. You're no good to Ben if you make yourself sick. Why don't you lye down for an hour. I'll stay here and if anything happens I'll come and get you".

Ray looked into her impossibly blue eyes, "Ok Helen I'll try, I do love you, you know"?

Helen smiled, "I know and I love you to".

Ray kissed Helen on the cheek and made his way to one of the holding cell and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out, out, out.

After breakfast the next morning Fraser knew that today was the day that he was either going to live or die.

The men grabbed Fraser by the arms leading him into another room. This room had no furniture except for one chair which Warfield was seated.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, "Constable I've decided that today is punishment day. I am not good at waiting. Do you know I've never watched my boys in action? So I thought why not today".

Warfield motioned for them to start,

Then men tied Fraser's hands behind his back so he could not defend himself in anyway. First they used their fists starting on Fraser's torso. They were enjoying every solid punch that connected with his body making him grunt and recoil in pain.

Every time Fraser was knocked to the ground they hauled him up by the head of hair. Then men moved onto using knuckle dusters and bats eventually tiring, They stood laughing looking down at the bloody form that lay at their feet as they took a Polaroid picture.

After walking Ray made his way back to his desk he couldn't believe that he had slept all night and was very angry with himself for doing so. Helen reassured him as soon as he got to his desk that noting happened while he was asleep.

Ray looked at his desk as he sipped yet another cup of coffee and saw a brown envelope on it. Ray picked it up and opened it. Ray gasped in horror at the photo that came out. The photo showed Fraser lying on the floor and not and inch of his body wasn't covered in blood or angry looking burses.

Ray covered his mouth, "Oh no, no, no Francesca who put this envelope on my desk"?

Francesca came over looking as tired as Ray felt, "I don't know Ray I've just got here".

Francesca saw that Ray was holding something and the tears in his eyes it had to be something bad, "Ray what are you holding"?

Ray held the photo to his chest, "Noting, it's noting Frannie".

Francesca stood with her hands on her hips, "It's not noting Ray. I can see the tears in your eyes bro show me or I'll. I swear I'll keep talking I'll show Helen your photo album your mother gave me Ray".

With Ray's attention gone Francesca grabbed the photo from him looking at it she immediately fainted.

Dewey ran over and helped Ray put her in a chair and gave her some water, "What happened"?

Ray handed Dewey the photo.

Dewey took it and his eyes nearly popped out of his head at what he saw, "Oh my god is that Fraser"?

Ray nodded still attending to Francesca.

Dewey still stood studding the photo, "Ray I think that I know where Fraser may be held"?

Ray looked up unsure, "How do you know"?

Dewey showed Ray on the photo, "Look at the shape of the walls. And look there in the corner isn't that half a porthole window"?

Ray looked harder at the photo eyes brightened up and he kissed Dewey on the cheek hard and fast, "You got it".

Dewey laughed as did Helen who just came in as he did it, "Gee thanks Ray didn't know you liked me like that sorry Helen".

Ray slapped him on the arm, "Hardy har, har funny".

The warrant arrived five minutes later and they were out the door.

Ray drove like a bat out of hell gripping his steering wheel with Diefenbaker clinging on for dear life on the backseat; we're coming Benton buddy hang on".