"Stroma?" The detective received no answer from those in the office as he walked past the numerous desks towards Stoma's.
"Anyone seen him?" He asked again. Those close by only shook their heads and shrugged.
Reaching Detective Stroma's desk the mans desk was empty apart from the mess of files littered across the old wood.
Letting out a deflated sigh he tried ringing Stoma's mobile again. To his surprise, on the second ring, someone picked up.
"Stroma."
"Stroma? Bout' god damn time, where are you?"
"Checking out a possible lead. Not solid yet. Why?"
"Why are you whispering?"
"Why are you calling?"
"Stroma we've been given orders to stand down on the case."
"Uh what? You want to tell me why?"
"The case is being alleviated."
"Oh that's bullshit. Something isn't right with all of this and you know it."
"I know that this is a high priority case. Especially due to the person being a god damn international singer or whatever. The FBI are taking lead now."
Stroma audibly huffed over the line.
"Drop it Stroma. We have more to deal with. There has been an influx sighting of Triad in the area, were you aware?"
"I was actually. I'm going to follow that up now and talk to you later."
"Stro-"
Stroma hung up and peered over his cover to survey the area being cleaned up by firefighters and suited men and women, looking to be apart of the FBI. Though Stroma found it off putting that the agents were yet to follow the evidence of tire tracks that led away from the area.
Stroma stealthily made his way back to his car and started it up, following the tracks carefully.
Checking the perimeter twice they parked the car into the garage and upon going upstairs were met with the extraction team.
Amy was carrying Jessica, but the woman insisted she was fine to walk and had let her down. She was a little woozy, her mind trying to recollect what it was that had happened. Immediately she had asked where Chloe was and this made Stacie more agitated.
Jessica noted how professional the men in front of her appeared and sought to ask the question again, "Where is my friend? Where is Chloe?"
One of the agents looked to the woman and gave a short reassuring smile, "Jessica we are an extraction team that has been sent to escort yourself and Chloe Beale to safety-"
"Then where is she? What the hell is going on?" Jessica interrupted.
The agents' eyes looked to Stacie's, "That's a question we are wondering also."
Stacie remained stoic, "I want to speak with C.R."
"You are in no position-"
"Actually I am."
"You are holding Miss Beale captive otherwise?" He asked slightly amused.
"I was in mid-discussion with C.R before we were found. I want to speak to her now." Stacie stated, unmoving from her demands.
The agents sighed, and nodded to another agent who brought a phone forward.
"It's ringing." He informed then held it out to Stacie.
