Undercover Love

Eight

POV: Tim

"Tim wait." Angela called after me as I strode towards my car, determined.

"Tim!" she shouted, breathing heavily from running after me.

My mind was racing, adrenaline rushing through my veins. Lucy could be dead right now now. Or worse. I should have told her where I was going, I should have told her the plan, she would have been prepared. She had told me how sure she was that I would save her, and now she was counting on me. There was nothing I wouldn't do to find her.

"Angela!" I screamed, turning on my heals to face her as she came to an abrupt holt, almost bumping into me. "I need to go. I need to just.. go and do something. I need to go." I started, my voice trembling. I was unable to think properly, my brain felt foggy and not in control of my body. I glared at her disapproving look before walking off to my car.

"Where are you even going?" she called after me as I got in the car, slamming the door aggressively. "At least let me come with." she added, her voice hardly audible from outside the car.

Angela opened the passenger door and slipped inside, pulling on her seatbelt.

"You have to breathe, Tim. We don't know where she is, where are you going to drive to?"

"I.." I started but could finish. I had no idea what I was planning on doing. I had no leads, no suspicions, I didn't even know who took her. Rosalind must have another 'Caleb' under her wing. Or she did.

"How about we go back to where you last saw her?" she asked in a soothing tone.

"I'm going to kill whoever did this." I stated flatly, staring straight ahead through the windshield.

"We both know that is a terrible idea."

"I can still wish it. Just don't tell anyone I said that."

She laughed slightly and rubbed my back, I let her, just this once. Her technique of what seemed to be distraction seemed to be working and my mind was starting to clear. Although this case was incredibly close to me, I had to try and separate my feelings from it.

"Lucy was at my house about an hour ago. She was there when I left." I told Angela and switched the engine on.

"Okay let's head to your place and see if she is there."

The drive was long, and painful. Thoughts of Lucy corrupted my mind, images of her dead in an alley way, her body mangled. Each time I calmed down a little a new image appeared, each more vivid and brutal than the last.

Eventually we reached my house, I noted Lucy's car was not parked outside. As soon as I parked the car I sprung out and ran to the front door, kicking it open.

"Lucy?" I yelled, wandering around the house, checking each room.

"Fuck. Angela, she not fucking here." I yelled, slamming my hand down on the kitchen counter.

Angela walked into the kitchen, holding her phone and looked at me, worry trapped in her eyes.

"I'll try calling her again." she stated and started pacing. "No answer, maybe she went home and fell asleep."

"No!" I yelled, balling my hands into fists. "I know her, Angela, I know she followed me, I know it."

"Okay well if she followed you she would have ended up at the place Rosalind was, or she was intercepted on the route."

I was silent for a few moments, my mind racing. I relaxed my hands and started to calm a little more.

"We didn't see her car on the way here, and I made sure to take the same route. I definitely didn't see her tailing us, she was probably intercepted near the start, maybe when she first got in her car." I spoke fast but calmly as my brained worked.