Missing – Part 9 (Day 10) A Story A Day

2015stadabadgesept440x220TwitterInlineI’m taking part in the StoryADay September 2015 challenge. The main reason being to explore my characters from the Morgan and Fairchild Series. I will endeavour to incorporate the daily prompts, though, as it’s a continued tale, it’s not strictly a story a day. It’s more a story within a story. I’ve given myself a word limit of 600 words.

Prompt: Sept 10th – The Tunnel (Your main character is preparing to enter a tunnel).

Recap: Justin Chambers, part of the team at Morgan & Fairchild, is approached by a friend who needs a favour. Justin accepts the missing person case, and agrees to look into it in his own time. Elsewhere in the story, Holly awakes in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how she got there. She soon discovers she is being held in an abandoned airfield, and her life is in danger.

Justin felt a buzz of excitement as he prepared to enter the tunnel. He knew what he would find; lights, cameras, chaos. Gray’s Films were shooting a scene from their latest project within the London Underground, and Justin had volunteered to form part of the security team.

He felt a familiar rush of air, the clickety-clack of an approaching train, and was met by a hushed silence. Not what he had expected.

Justin took up his position and scanned the crew. He recognised everyone on the platform; it was part of the job. He watched silently, patiently and listed to the chatter in his earpiece.

“I’m sorry to hear about your friend.”

He tensed at the sound of Kelvin Fairchild’s voice. The tone was smooth and even; expertly controlled, and Justin knew he should be worried. Not because Kelvin was his boss, but because he sounded hurt. It was Justin’s first day back after an enforced leave of absence, and he hadn’t seen Kelvin in almost a week.

“Thanks, Kel.”

He waited out the silence, wondering just how mad Kelvin was. The man had more control than JJ, which was saying something, and he made Justin sweat for several long minutes.

“Are you ready to share the load now?” Kelvin asked.

By load Justin knew he was referring to the enquiries Justin had made about the missing children. “I’ve had help…sort of.”

“Why didn’t you come to us with this, Justin? And I don’t mean giving the others bits and pieces of the puzzle. I mean, if you thought this was a genuine case, why didn’t you bring it to the table?”

Justin shrugged. “I wasn’t completely convinced, not at first.”

“But you are now?”

“I am now.”

The confirmation hung in the air, as thick and heavy as the production lights. This time, Kelvin didn’t keep him waiting.

“I’ve put it on the agenda for the team briefing, and I intend to assign Tommy to work with you.” Tommy was the perfect member of the team when it came to investigation and surveillance work. “But know this, Justin,” Kelvin said, and his voice had taken on a hard edge. “First and foremost we’re a family, and we look out for one another. Don’t forget it again.”

Justin nodded once, and Kelvin walked away without saying another word. He knew Kelvin wouldn’t hold a grudge, and the matter would be forgotten by the time they spoke again. But Justin felt a wave of guilt all the same.

Kelvin was right, they were family, and the guy knew first-hand what it was like to lose a member of his family. His cousin, Andrew Butcher, had dropped off the grid four years ago. The pair were raised as brothers and the loss had hit Kelvin hard. JJ and Ellen grieved with him, being Andrew’s closest friends.

Two months ago Andrew had re-emerged. He was trying to make amends, but Justin knew he had a long way to go before Kelvin forgave him.

He shook his head and pushed aside his wandering thoughts. With the whole team backing him he couldn’t fail and, with that thought, he concentrated on the job at hand.


Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

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4 thoughts on “Missing – Part 9 (Day 10) A Story A Day

  1. you really do have a lovely crisp way of pulling your characters from the page, Mel. Instantly we know Kel even if we’ve not met him before. And so many strands, it’s like watching an expert balloon salesperson manage all the strings while buffeted by a gale.

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