The journey to Seattle was a long, uncomfortable and silent one. The only times Cain talked to me was to ask if I was hungry, if I needed to loo and what radio station I wanted to listen to. It was seemed a prolonged and awkward life time; actually only 4 hours, we were greeted by a flashing sigh, signalling that we were in Seattle. Cain followed the signs for the police station and parked in a fairly busy car park, outside a tall whitey orange building with a considerable amount of windows.

“Maybe I should ask if they are hiring; a window cleaner perhaps.” He mumbled sarcastically as he stretched aside the car. “Damian needs work and money and this place has a lot of windows. Bet it pays well too; look how many there are! Blooming heck.” A wave of relief and joy took me as I stretched and heard my joints pop. As I reached my arms above my head, I moaned at the feeling inside of me, the release of all the tension from sitting in silence melting away.

“Maybe.” I replied bluntly. Damian would be here soon enough, but not as an employee, as a tenant. He seized my hand in his as we entered the automatic double doors at the entrance of the building, stalking up to reception.

“Can I help you sir?” The man behind the desk asked, flicking though some odd looking files on his bureau. His voice was hard, mean like. I felt Cain’s grip tighten as he replied.

“Yes, we are here to see Chief Constable Swan. Tell him it is urgent and an emergency.”

“Right you are, sir.” He vanished off though a coded door, leading to a long and narrow corridor, with several other coded doors branching off. I followed Cain as he sat down on the chairs provided for waiting citizens, tapping his foot nervously on the glistening white floor. I fixed my glare on the ticking clock above the missing person’s board, trying to take my mind off the matter at hand. But I couldn’t help but look at all of the missing people, their innocent faces looking back at me…

“Yes, a young girl and a young man. They say it is an emergency.” I could hear the man behind the desk’s voice travel down the corridor before actually seeing his face.