You�ll rescue me, right?
In the exact same way they never did.
I�ll be happy, right?
When you�re healing powers kick in.
Sheelagh Murphy re-wrapped her scarf around her neck and sighed. She shouldn�t have agreed to meeting Des at this hour. There was the warehouse, and in front of it was he, the PC who had phoned up not so long ago to tell her he had a lead on the missing black cab. Her husband�s missing black cab. This was what they needed to prove Patrick�s innocence. She wondered at Des� compassion for her situation.. he would be quite happy to get Patrick out of the way, after all. However, CID had done nothing to help Patrick, they had only incriminated him more, and Sheelagh needed someone to keep her hopes alive. That someone was, at present, Des Taviner.
�Why don�t we just call it in?� She protested feebly, knowing that they wouldn�t.
�Because we�re here now�
�But I don�t want to get Patrick in to trouble at this stage�
�Alright then Sheelagh, why don�t you go call your mate Debbie then eh?� He knew how to push her buttons, knew that she�s slapped Debbie earlier, having been quizzed about her sexual life by that charming detective sergeant. �It doesn�t matter who finds the cab: the forensics�ll get Patrick off.�
�Go on then.� Sheelagh gave in quietly like they both knew she would.
�Stay there,� Des stuck his asp through the glass door, making it safe for them both to climb through, into the warehouse. He went first, and she somewhat reluctantly followed, glancing around first to see if anyone was watching. A Police Sergeant breaking in to a warehouse in the middle of the night, it was stupid. Looking around, they moved forward down a corridor and then on into a wide room.
�I don�t like this Des, I really don�t.�
�Just relax� he murmured, and she had an image of him bringing her here to continue on his �appreciation� of a few nights before. No, she shook herself, he wouldn�t do that: not now, not here, and not in these circumstances. They came towards some stairs, and agreed that Des would check upstairs while she continued looking downstairs. Shining her light over the room, her eyes caught a glimpse of something covered. Walking over to it, she uncovered the cab.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Des had found the remains of someone�s throw down; a mucky blanket, an empty bottle and a lot of fag ends. As he went to examine the butts, Sheelagh called out �
�Des! I�ve found the cab!� Running towards a see through panel, he was just in time to see her prone figure fall to the ground.
�Sheelagh! Sheelagh!� He thumped the panel, hoping it would break. God. what had he done, he�d let her in for this, why hadn�t he taken downstairs� he should have known this wouldn�t be safe� All these thoughts and similar ones rushed through Des� head as he ran to find a way down. Finding a glassless window, he jumped and rolled onto the floor near the taxi. Standing in the way of it, he hoped to stop the lunatic driver, but ended up feinting sideways in a roll, as the car drove erratically towards him. �Sheelagh!!!� Once more after the disappearing car, as he ran after it, Action Man style.
Meanwhile, Sheelagh came to in the back of the cab, on the floor. Sitting up, she glanced out of the windows,
�Where are you taking me?� She queried, fear in her voice.
�Lie down and shutup!� Sheelagh paid him no attention.
�Where are you taking me?� She repeated, slowly grasping for her phone, hoping the psychotic driver wouldn�t see.
�SHUT UP!� In his temper, he didn�t notice the mobile under her scarf, that she was surreptitiously typing at. Thank God her kids taught her how to text.
�You stole this cab from my husband, you stole his money and his keys�� she was stalling, making sure he wouldn�t notice her fingers movement. The text was sent, Des would know now that they were just passing the Ravensdale community centre. The phone bleeped.
�You silly cow!� She should have put the phone on silent� why hadn�t she thought of that. The car pulled over, and her kidnapper rushed round to collide with her knee as she got him in the stomach. Running wildly, Sheelagh dialled the station.
�Police! I�m being chased down Slate Road!� Gasping, she stopped to catch breath. Another mistake. Her attacker caught her again, and dragged her to an alleyway, holding a knife to her throat�
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