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Cumberland Estate, 17:39 'Charley?' The voice was distant. Almost like she was imagining it. 'Char, hey?' Lela's worried face appeared, if a little blurry, in Charley's view. 'Hey, guys shes up!' Tim and Crowe rushed over to Charley, looking releved. 'Hey there, Charley! Get some nice beauty sleep?' Tim asked, then shuffled off, after an angry glare from Lela. 'Char, you've been out of it for hours' Lela said 'you take as long as you need to rest...' 'No...' Charley said, her voice trembling 'No, I cant. They need to be put away. I want this to end' Crowe nodded, and went to help Charley up 'Yeah, they shouldn't be allowed to hurt anyone

23 Causeyware Estate, 12:25 'You think I know anything?' the guy laughed like an asthmatic donkey 'fine, fine you can look at my recordings, but I doubt youll find anything!' Crowe sighed. Charley had gotten to the flat first. Obviously she had seen the same thing. Al Barner, an amature film director, had his camera pointed directly at the alley, and must have caught something on film. 'Hey sweetheart, my laptops over here, come sit next to me' Al smiled at Charley. Charley glared back; Crowe knew that look. This Al guy could provide important evidence, and Charley was trying not to anger him by removing some of his teeth. She just fake-smi

Tramway Ave, 11:31 'So this is where it happened, eh?' Crowe wandered around the scene, now the clean-up guys had left. 'Well, I've hacked into their case reports, and there is no mention of them finding any video evidence, or having found his phone. I mean who dosent carry a phone these day?' Lela's voice was robotic over the phone line 'Erm.. Ive found a contract registered to a Mr J Mace, and I can track the location, via GPS. Ill call Timmy when he gets his Laptop set up, bye bye' Crowe slid his phone back into his pocket, then called to Charley and Tim to hurry up. Charley ducked under the crime scene tape, left behind by careless wor

Warehouse District, 23:47 3... 2... 1... The door bursts open, Detectives, armed to the teeth, fly in and swarm the room. Scanning for any signs of movement, tensions rising. 'Boss I found 'im!' The detective runs to the call, alarmed by what he discovers. 'Damn, they did it again. They're making us look like fools...' A man, gaged and bound, was unconcious on the floor. Next to him lay a parcel, wrapped in brown paper. The detective already knew what was in there. 'Just like the last five times, boss. Tied up and left with the evidence...' Ander commented. 'Ya think, Ander? 'Cept this time they got themselves a bigger catch then usual'