Not Again

Chapter Six - 'Sorry Boyfriend'

Sgt. Grey

I'm driving right now as I don't trust Tim behind the wheel in this state. He's stayed silent so far, just looking out of the window. He's broken.

It pains me to see one of the best officers I've ever come across, and one of my best friends like this, but there's not much that I can do right now.

The best I can do for him is keep my eyes on the road, and help find Lucy.

We've been driving for about 7 minutes now, and Tim's just pulled out his phone.
In the shop, Tim turned on his phone.

'What are you doing?' I ask him.

'Calling Angela. She's a good detective, she could help.'

His voice sounds broken, he's still fighting the urge to give in to the tears.

'Shit!' He yells as his phone finally powers on.

'What?'

'She called me a few minutes before the shots fired call. If i didn't have my phone turned off, this probably wouldn't have happened!'

I keep my eyes on the road, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see a tear escape from his eye.

Tim

Shit shit shit!

Its all my fault. What if she was calling for help and I didn't pick up all because made the stupid decision to turn my phone off even though I was just in the office!

'Tim stop. Now's not the time to blame yourself! If she's alive then the best we can do is try find her.'

He's now looking me in the eyes. I know he's right and that I should divert my focus solely to searching for her, but I just can't.

I carry on searching through my phone, hoping that she left a message or something, and then I see it.

'She left a voicemail.'

Grey pulls the shop over, and turns off the engine so we can hear better.

'Alright, play it.'

I guide my shaky finger to the play button, and press it.

'Hey, its Lucy.
There's a package outside and a worker named David. He said its under your name so I'm bringing it in.'

The message ended.

Grey started the car again and I just sat there.

'Its David.' I say as I look out the window.

'What?' Grey asked me.

He's probably starting to think I'm out of it.

'The delivery guy. I'm sure of it!'

I know he doesn't believe me. He probably thinks I've gone whack in the head and I'm just trying to point fingers but I'm not. I'm sure of it.

She sent me the voicemail minutes before, and he was there. How can it make sense that he sees her, then they both disappear without a trace. It was him.

Sgt. Grey

'We can't be sure Tim' I tell him.

I'm trying to stay unbiased. On the job, we can't make assumptions without evidence and he knows that. I can't just believe what he's saying, as there's no evidence, and given the circumstances, he may just be pointing fingers.

I hate to think like that, and to doubt one of the best officers I have worked with during my career, but I know first hand what situations like this can do to you, and how tempting it is to point fingers.

'What other leads have we got?' He asks me with stress and frustration evident in his voice.

We don't have any. But I can't tell him that. Instead I keep my eyes on the road.

'How do you plan on investigating David then Tim? Its a dead end!'

'The package. THE BOX GREY!' He yells that last sentence, forgetting that it's just is two in the shop.

'Calm down Tim! We'll check the box!'

'We have to hurry though. They're going to process it, and then we won't get our hand on its contents!'

He has a point, so I step on the gas.

'Were 1 minute out, sit tight!'

Tim

We finally arrive and park the shop downstairs. I take a moment to look around at the collection of shops gathered in the parking lot of her apartment, all with their flashing bright lights on.

We walk up the stairs and show out badges to the officers guarding the door so they'd let us in.

The kitchen walls and cupboards are stained with splats of blood, Lucy's blood. I keep my head down and continue on. It's shocking how a place can change so much in the span of less than an hour, especially so badly.

'Here we are.' Grey says as he put on his gloves and approaches the box.

I follow him there, putting on my gloves too.

'She wasn't lying. Its got your name on it Tim. Did you order anything?'

'No, what's in it?'

Slowly, Grey raised the flap of the box. I squint, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever could be filling it

'Its filled with rocks. Just rocks.'

I re-open my eyes.

'What?'

I lean over and look inside. Just rocks. I rummage around a bit until I finally come across something.

A note.

I show it to Grey

'Read it.' He tells me.

'Dear Tim,
I have Lucy. That's probably obvious by the time your reading this though. Don't worry about her gunshot wound, I'll treat it. I have the tools, my brother used to own a medical supply shop. That was, until he was killed by your stupid LAPD friends. Give my compliment to Nyla, she has good aim with a sniper gun considering she's not a sniper. Tell her to hold Leah close. As for you, Sorry Tim, but I'm not making the same mistakes that Caleb did.
Sorry Boyfriend.
Yours truly,

David Wright.'

Grey takes the note out of my hand as I fall silent.

'It was David. I knew it.'

A/N Get ready for Lucy next chapter!!!!