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‘It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,’ she mumbled, over and over, under her breath, dialling Will’s number with trembling hands. She paused over the co
There was no time for a shower as she waited for a reply. She pulled back her hair into a bun and rushed around the room throwing clothes on the bed. She needed to get to work so they could triangulate the call. Should she call at Will’s place first? Her mind raced. No, call her sergeant, give her an update, and then call into Will’s flat, just in case he’s at home. Tendrils of hair fell loose as Je
‘If you can hear me,’ Je
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The journey to Will’s house felt like an eternity as every learner driver in Haven seemed to clog the streets. The Fiat Punto in front of her stalled as the traffic lights turned green and Je
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‘It’s not crazy, Je
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‘Don’t worry, Je
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She wished she had accepted the offer of a key for his flat. But within minutes of talking to his neighbours she discovered he was not home, and nobody had seen him for a couple of days. His parents were on their way with a spare key, and her colleagues would search every inch of the place, but in her heart, Je
‘Will’s always messing about, he’s probably sleeping off a hangover somewhere,’ the PCSO said jokily. He lived in the area himself, and had known Will for several years. He had only just come on duty, and had headed straight out after being notified of the search.
Je
‘Shit,’ the young lad said, ‘I’ve seen that Raven guy in all the briefings. If he’s hurt Will … shit. He could be dead for all we know.’ His pessimism was enough to tip Je
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The CID office was bustling, the air filled with a sense of urgency as telephones rang and printers jammed. The doors between their office and Op Moonlight had been flung open, as both teams worked together to find their lost colleague. Je
He waggled the mouse to awake his computer, his Outlook Express displaying virtual chaos as dozens of unread emails pinged up notifications. Ethan picked up a half-eaten ham sandwich from his desk, raising his eyebrows in Je
She hated when he was like this, uncharacteristically harried and stressed. She wanted to see him focused and hopeful. She’d known him long enough to know that snappy and tense meant he was worried. She began to wish she had troubled someone else for an update rather than relying on their friendship to provide her with answers. She desperately wanted to relay the strength of her intuition, but Ethan did not appear to be in a listening mood.
She took a deep breath. ‘Have you managed to trace Will’s phone yet?’
Ethan finished his sandwich and gulped back some cold coffee to wash it down. ‘We’re doing everything we can. His phone is dead, most likely battery failure. They’ve checked ANPR and his car hasn’t left Haven, so he’s most likely still about. The ’copter will be taking off as soon as weather permits. Now why don’t you go home and let me get on with things. You’re meant to be having a day off.’
Je
The source of his irritation became clear as she caught a glimpse of an email from his superiors. It wasn’t just Will’s disappearance that was playing on Ethan’s mind. She did not need psychic abilities to cotton on that he had received a rollicking for his run-in with the Lexton DCI. He picked up the phone to make a call, and looked at her as if to ask why she was still standing there.
Je
‘With all respect, sir, this is my shift partner we’re talking about, and he’s in danger. I can’t just go home and put on Jeremy Kyle.’