How did things get so complicated? I couldn't focus on anything as I sat at my desk in the empty office. There was no one else to talk to and I had no idea where to take the case next. I needed someone to tell me the truth. Somehow I seemed to have been pushed to the side of the investigation. Everyone else was keeping secrets and I was the only one who had no idea what was going on.
And on top of all this I was still trying to process Randall's death. Why had he done it? Why had he threatened David with a gun? George had said that he had mentioned something about the Knight and how he was being threatened. But we had killed the Knight. Charlie had shot him. He couldn't come back from the dead.
Finding David hadn't exactly helped matters. They'd finally managed to get him out of the elevator but it hadn't been without problems. The dead body that had emerged with him being the most worrying. The gun in Mendrick's hand had no bullets left. They were all buried in King's lifeless body. But that wasn't what had scared me the most. I'd seen dead bodies before, you get used to them after enough time examining them. It was the look on Mendrick's face. The complete and utter calm that he emitted sent shivers through me. As police officers we only kill people when we have to, if there is no other choice. But Mendrick looked like he had killed King because he wanted to and I didn't understand why he would have wanted to kill King. What had he done to him? No one would tell me. They were holding held in a room until something could be sorted.
With one member of our team dead and another locked away, the absence of Charlie was becoming painful. Where had she gone?
Looking back to where all this madness had started, a less than simple kidnapping case, I lost faith in my ability to do my job and solve it. I just couldn't see a connection between Randall's shocking personality change, Charlie's strange absence, the death of King and the kidnapping. What's the connection? I thought, tapping my pen violently against my desk.
"Hello?" A quiet knock on the door signalled the reappearance of George. "May I come in? I have some information from the computers for you."
"Of course," I said, dropping my pen and leaning back in my chair. "Should you be working? You have just been shot."
"The wound isn't that bad,' he said, putting a hand to his shoulder. "And to be honest, getting back to work keeps my mind off it."
"Then what is it that you've got for me? Have you managed to trace the call?"
"You are kidding me?" I exclaimed, almost leaping out of my chair.
"I never kid when it comes to work," George reassured me. "We've managed to pinpoint where the call was made. We have an address for you to visit."
I screamed. My arms flung themselves around George's neck and my feet were lifted off the ground as he hugged me back. I pulled back slightly, my hands moving to either side of his face and kissing him hard, much to his surprise.
"I love you," I said, a smile breaking out across my face. "That has made my day. I might actually be able to solve this case."
"Umm...glad I could help," George replied, looking a little flustered.
"What's the address?" I scurried back round my desk, grabbing a pen and paper and scribbling down the information that George was giving me.
"We think that it's a group of students living there," he said when he had given me the address. "It's listed on a student housing website and when we contacted the owner he said that he had rented it out already this year."
"Students?" I muttered to myself. "That doesn't make sense."
"You never know. Strange things happen at university. Could just be a group of radicals wanting to make an impact against corruption taken a step too far."
"Then I'll have to go and check it out," I said, grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair. I looked down at my heels, a terrible choice if I were to get into a chase but I had nothing else to wear. I sighed. "Thanks for the help, George."
"It was my pleasure," he replied, his eyes fixed on me intently and a strange smile on his face.
"Well then I'll be off. Wish me luck in singlehandedly solving this case."
"You're going on your own?" George asked, his face suddenly becoming lined with worry.
"The rest of my team are either dead, locked away or temporarily missing. I don't have much choice."
"Then be careful." His hand closed around mine, squeezing it tightly. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." The concern on George's face took me by surprise. Needless to say a pleasant surprise.
"I'll do my best," I said, smiling reassuringly. I moved to walk away but George kept his grip on my hand, pulling me towards him and he kissed me.
"I should be..." I said, dazed when our lips finally parted. "There was something I was doing..."
"The address..." George said helpfully, pointing to the piece of paper in my hand.
"Yes, that was it." I floated slowly away from George and towards the door. "I'll see you later."
"Call me when you get back safely."
"I will." I smiled and waved as I finally made it out of the door to head downstairs towards my car.
My mind should have been focused on the task ahead of me but instead there was only one thought going through my head. George is going to be some sort of criminal. That would be just my luck.