Carrington City Chronicles: Detective Myra Allen

CHAPTER NINE

Myra awakened to the sound of her cell phone blaring on the nightstand beside her. Gathering her vision, blinking the haze away she saw her partner's name glaring on her screen. With a deep sigh, she skimmed her finger across the glass and answered, "Hello."

"Hey partner, you awake?" Hatchett sounded wide-awake Myra noticed as she sat up in the bed, gathering the soft sheet against her chest. She cleared her throat and answered, "Yeah, yeah, I'm up."

"Are you home?" His voice was serious, and Myra's brows furrowed.

"What's going on Hatch?" She firmed her voice, snatching her watch from the nightstand, slipping it around her wrist and she looked at the time.

"Ryan Westcourt is missing!" Hatchett said frantically. "He's— "

"What do you mean missing?" Myra's eyes widened and she wrangled from the sheets, her feet hitting the floor in a thud. "How does a prisoner just come up missing Hatch?" She asked as she searched for her clothing, and she paused realizing what she had worn. A freaking dress! Myra took a deep sigh, "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Hatchett became frantic. "Myra? What's going on?"

Knowing that she needed clothes and that she needed a ride, Myra bit the bullet. "I need you to come by Killian's house and pick me up. And don't say a word, just come and get me."

"I wasn't going to say a thing." Hatchett figured he would come back to that when they weren't searching for an attempted murderer. "I'm heading your way now."

Myra slipped the dress up and over her legs as Killian entered the room.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was a low and Myra knew he was smiling before she even turned around to face him with her grimaced expression.

As she held the dress against her chest she sighed and turned to face him blowing out a breath noticing the tray of food and glasses of juice. "Killian..." she shook her head trying to find the words, but all she could come up with were the obvious, "Ryan is missing."

"What do you mean missing?" He asked lowering his brows over his eyes, but there was a sudden change, and he quickly placed the tray onto the table and rushed over to her bringing his arms around her. As he hugged her close his fingers led the small zipper up her back securing the dress against her body. "How is he missing Myra?" Killian pulled back to look down at her. "He's a prisoner, they just don't go missing."

Myra nodded and went to speak but the sudden blaring of a horn interrupted her, and she rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh grabbing the rest of her things and headed for the door, "That's Hatchett. Look, I will call you when I find out what's going on, in the meantime stay here." Myra paused suddenly and turned back to him taking his hand into hers. "Please, just stay here. Let your family know to stay in their homes until I call you, okay?"

Killian nodded but seemed to have his mind somewhere else which is when Myra jerked his hand towards her and he leaned forward slightly, bringing him back to her, "I got you Myra, I won't leave here, I promise."

The horn blared again, and this time Hatchett seemed to lay in on it. The sound almost etching itself into Myra's head and she hurried downstairs, still careful not to damage her dress. Sprinting past Constantine, she waved and said "bye" in a rush closing the door behind her. Jumping into the car she ordered Hatchett to throw on the siren and gun it to her house so she could change clothes.

As they weaved in and out of traffic Hatchett explained what he knew. His hands held on to the wheel, twisting and turning fluidly.

"They were transporting Ryan to Carrington Prison to the Davies Psyche Ward when there was an accident. When the officers came to Ryan was gone. Cap says he wants you to lead the investigation because you are already familiar with him."