Mar 10, 2012 15:38
Doyle raced along in the Capri, intent on only one thing.
Someone had taken Bodie and Ray Doyle was taking him back.
The radio crackled into life. "Alpha to 4.5."
He snatched up the mike. "4.5."
"Report to base. Immediately."
"Sir, I'm in pursuit-"
"The car you are following has diplomatic plates. You are to return-"
"I'm sorry, sir, I must be going out of range. I can't hear you."
"Return to HQ, 4.5!"
"Sorry, sir, I'll try another channel." He threw the mike down and, as an afterthought, turned the radio off.
He had a partner to snatch back.
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