And here is Chapter 6
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'Hurry up people. We only have mere hours to find Lindsay' Mac shouted.
'Mac' Flack called jogging up to the team leader with a folder in his hands. 'Mac, I located the cab that drove Danny and Lindsay to Danny's yesterday. But get this the cab had been stolen earlier that day. The cabby said the perp wore a black bisness suit. The sketch was just sent up. Look like anyone you know?'
'Oh my god, I thought this sick bastard was put away for good.' Mac ran to the nearest phone. "Shit. The man who murdered Lindsays friends escaped three days ago!' Mac's plaed as he told Flack.
Danny's cell vibrated on Mac's desk as Payton walked passed his office. She knew it was most important to answer it. Payton slipped silently into his office.
'Hello. Hello? Hello!' Payton called into the blue and silver cell. She thought she heard a muffled sob. A man said something.
'How much does your boyfriend Danny wish to risk for this feeble, pathetic, girl?' A man's voice hissed on the other end.
Payton motioned for Stella to be quiet. Stella read a note Payton wrote. She nodded at her and started tracing the call.
'I'm I'm not Danny's girlfriend' Payton stuttered.
'Deny in tall you want. I know the truth. He doesn't care about Lindsay anymore. He never did' Lindsay's name rolled off his tounge.
'He cares more about Lindsay than anyone else' Payton's voice was sharo and had a feirce tinge to it.
'I detect jealousy'
Stella gave Payton a thumbs up.
'What do you want?'
'You have eight hours left.'
The line clicked dead.
'Oh my god Stealla! What are we going to do?' Payton's voice filled with concern for Lindsay's future. 'You aren't going to do anymore. What were you thinking? Jeopardizing our investiagation, Payton don't do anymore to help, we don't need it.'
'Well, what if that call was missed? We wouldn't have been able to trace it. I know you want to find Lindsay, but so do I. We need to work together.' Payton sounded hurt and yet angry.
'I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed over this'
'I know we all are' The two woman embraced each other.
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'Well, do you think we should remind them how much longer you have to live?' The man who murdered Lindsay's friends a decade ago teased.
Lindsay swore inchoerantly into the scarf around her mouth, her kidnapper having run out of duct tape. 'What's tha, I can't hear you, speak up princess.' He mocked her as he dialed Danny's number.
Mildly surprised when a female answered the phone in a sexy voice, the man held up the phone for Lindsay. She heard the unrecognisable voice and started crying. Did Danny move on already? Did she not matter to him at all? Was all that she gave him not enough? Was she just another pretty girl to f*ck?
Lindsay couldn't believe it, but the voice proved it. Playing on her fears he talked he talked as if he had grown tired of Lindsay and moved onto another girl. Her remaining hours were said he flicked the phone shut.
With the casusal closing of the phone Lindsay's hope did. No one really cared abotut her, THe lab was probably busy with other cases. To danny she didn't mean anything. There was no reason left for her to live.