My motivation is up! I want to finish this story as soon as possible :D You probably have to wait for a new chapter up till Sunday or Monday because I will be visiting my friends and studying :) But I promise to do my best and post it as soon as I can!

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Nick felt something cold pressing against his neck.

"Curious, aren't we?" he heard a voice behind his back.

"Don't move or turn around, if your life is important to you,copper," the man demanded.

"What do you want? Who are you?" Nick asked carefully, not wanting to anger a man with a gun. It seemed like he had gotten himself in trouble.

"Nothing special, you were just too curious and you were asking around a little bit too much to my liking,"the man answered," and I am Marilyn Monroe. Did you really think I would tell you who I am?"

Nick thought about it for a second. The man seemed somehow familiar but he couldn't place it. Maybe some criminal he had dealt with before?

"What are you planning?" Nick asked, being carefull about his tone.

"I won't tell you. Instead, I have to make sure you are not getting involved in my business so shall we take a walk? I won't kill you, if I don't have to so don't make me, okay?"

The man carefully turned Nick around, keeping his face out of Nick's sight. He took some piece of fabric and tied Nick's eyes.

"Okay, now we shall take a little walk."

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The next morning Oscar Blaketon was as frustfrated as usual. Nick was late again and there were tons of paperwork left to be dealt with.

"I hope there hasn't been an accident again..." Blaketon said out aloud,"Alright, Bellamy and Ventress, you continue working here, I will go and fetch our PC Rowan here by myself. And don't even think about skipping work when I am not here!"

Alf and Phil sighed and they were also feeling a little sorry for Nick.

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Nick woke up from some kind of cellar. It could be a part of some sort of barn, Nick thought as he took a look around him. There was this funny smell of old buildings. The cellar was dark, expect one shed of light coming in from one corner.

Nick remembered he had tried to keep his directions while blindfolded but it was a long walk and after probably a couple of hours walking he had lost his sense of directions. He had no idea where they were and that was probably just what the mysterious man had wanted. He was tired from all the walking last night but the rough floor wasn't really comfortable.

Nick tried to look for any ways to escape. It looked like it was a firmly made cellar and there was only soil surrounding him. He went up to take a look at the stairs. The door was locked, of course. He didn't know if the man was on the other side of the door so he didn't dare to try and break the door. He didn't fancy having a shotgun hole trough his head. It was and old door, so he might be able to break it but he had to wait for a proper chance. He went back down and tried to look through the small hole in the corner if he could see something. He saw nothing to help him locate his whereabouts. It was frustfrating. He could only sit there and wait for any noises or that man to return. He had no idea where he was or where the man was so there was nothing he could do.

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Meanwhile Oscar Blaketon went to police house to fetch Nick. Of course Nick was nowhere to be found, but how could Blaketan had known that Nick was locked up somewhere? He took a look around. Nick's bike and car were in the garage. Kate's was in the Whitby. He saw the paperfiles left on the ground.

"This is rather odd", he thought to himself. He knew Nick had had a hard week, but he would never leave his workpapers lying on the ground. There was something going on. Sergeant Blaketon walked back to his car and picked up his radio.

"Control, can you hear me?" He waited for a while before Bellamy picked up the radio at the police station.

"Control receiving. Over."

"Has PC Rowan returned back to work yet?Over." Blaketon asked, little worried. But he was sergeant so he could't let his feelings have an effect on his work.

"No sarge. There is no news of him. Shall I try to contact Kate?Over."

"Yeah, you better do so. I will wait here. Over." Even thought there was no reason to worry Kate they had to know if she knew something.

He waited for couple of minutes before Phil picked up the radio again.

"Sarge, Kate has no idea were Nick might be. She told that last time she had spoken to Nick was around eight p.m. Then there has been no news of him. Over."

"There might be something going on. His bike and car are in his garage and the extra paperwork is lying on the ground. Over."

"Should we start to look for him then? Over."

"Well, there is no reason to worry yet, but maybe we could start to ask around a little bit. Over."

"By the way, sarge, Kate said that the girl must have seen something in the collision. The girl told Kate she was scared because there had been a man with a gun in the other car. That man might have something to do with the collisions. Over."

"Ask Kate if the girl could come to the police station. We could ask her if she could recognise the man. Maybe he is a criminal. Look for criminals with records dealing with guns and also use the information we have about the mysterious man hanging around near old Mrs Friers house. Over."

"Right sarge, over."

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Nick was really getting tired waiting. He had no clue where he was and he hadn't heard the man either. He had waited for a long time, maybe six hours or so? He felt weak on his knees because last time he had eaten was probably about a day ago and he hadn't had any sleep either. He decided to try to broke the door. He couldn't just sit here waiting for something what might never happen. Who knows, maybe the man had decided to just leave him there and never come back.

Nick kicked the door and the door gave in easily. He though that it had been too easy, but decided that he had to get away as soon as possible.

Then he felt a kick land on his stomach.

"And where you think you are going, constable?" he heard the man ask. Nick clutched his stomach and kneeled on the floor. He felt another kick landing, this time it hit his ribs. Then the man pulled out his gun, which was definite a shotgun, and aimed it at Nick.

"Now, copper, if you want to get out of here alive you wont turn around and you return back to the cellar nicely, okay? I try to be patient with you, but if I have to kill you - trust me, I will," the man threatened. Nick slowly rose from the floor and headed back to the cellar.

The man blindfolded Nick and took him back to the cellar. When they reached the door, the man stopped to tie Nick's hands behind his back and pushed him down the stairs. Nick hit the cellar floor hard but he didn't have time to think about that when he heard the man to close the door again and moving something big, probably a closet or something similar to that, in front of the door. The situation seemed pretty desperate. Nick immediately stood up and tried to think a way to remove his bangages. His ribs hurt from the kick but he was able to move and breathe so everything was okay.

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Kate came to police station with the girl and immediately Phil got up from the chair.

"Is she ready to try to recognice the man?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, I think so. But is this really important? I mean, that man could have been any man." Kate wondered.

"But it is the only lead we have." Phil explained,"Okay, let's have a look at these files. Say if someone reminds you of the man you saw. Okay?"

The girl nodded slightly and Phil started to show him pictures of some criminals they had though would fit the descriptions.

The girl looked very carefully and then, finally, she pulled Kate's sleeve.

"Is this him?" Kate asked and the girl nodded again, "Well done." The girl smiled. "Can we go now? I promised her I would serve her with a big proportion of ice cream and marple suryp."

"Yeah, of course", Phil said, "and please, don't worry, we will find him, okay?"

"I hope so. Bye." Kate answered. Of course she was scared for her husband but there was nothing she could do to help him.

Phil looked at the file and he got really worried.

"Well?" Sergeant Blaketon asked when he entered the police station.

"This is really bad knews. The girl recognised the man. He is James Malton, he was just recently released from jail. He has a really bad reputation, he has some mental problems and he is very violent on the top. He was accused of torturing one of his friends almost to death." Phil said in a dark tone.

"Oh dear, this is going to be trouble:"

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