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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Chapter 13.
Claudette stared up at her bedroom ceiling watching the first light of dawn creep across it. Turning her head she gazed at the pile of books balanced precariously on her bedside table, books about the psychological trauma suffered by victims of rape, how to survive it and how to help someone survive it. On her way home from The Barn she�d stopped at a book store and chosen every title she could find, despair welled up in her heart, she knew there weren�t enough books written in the world which were going to make this situation any easier to handle. Collins was a sick bastard but he was also a master manipulator, he was destroying Dutch a little at a time, knowing exactly what to do to cause the most psychological damage. Yesterday had brought the third tape to be watched and although it hadn�t seemed possible each tape was worse than the one before it. That Collins had made Dutch perform oral sex had been bad enough but he just had to go that little bit further, making Dutch have to ask to do it, this monster was a real piece of work. Claudette had felt terrible that Collins had used a threat againsr tor to get Dutch to cooperate. She almost wished he�d tried to carry his threat out as there was ing ing she would like better than to have the chance to blow that pervert�s brains out alright, but not quite in the way he had in mind. It almost scared Claudette how much she wanted to get her hands on Collins just so she could exact her own kind of punishment on him for everything he was making her partner suffer. She had never been an advocate of vigilante jue bue but now she wasn�t sure what her reaction would be if she found herself and Collins alone together. Then there had been the battle of wills between her and Aceveda, when Collins had threatened her and Danny he had begun talking about a 24-hour guard being brought in from Justice. There was no way Claudette was going to be saddled with that and she had refused point blank. Aceveda had only relented when the FBI had assured him that this threat was a standard oor Cor Collins who had threatened the friends and family members of his previous victims to get them to cooperate in the same way. They had also reassured them that his next tactic was a standard one for him, all part of the twisted games he liked to play with his victim�s psyche. That they�d also felt it necessary to explain that it really wasn�t Dutch�s fault that he�d responded to Collins� ministrations, that his response was purely physiological had incensed Clate. te. However, it had been Vic who�d rounded on them in anger and had asked in a deadly tone if they really thought that anyone in that room thought that Dutch wanted to be raped, that he was enjoying it. A pissed off Vic Mackey was not a pleasant thing to be confronted with and the agents had paled slightly and sensibly kept silent after that, Claudette remembered the look of gratitude she had given him and the look of understanding she�d received in return.
Claudette gave up the pretense of trying to sleep, she had managed a couple of hours finally giving in to the demands of her exhausted body, and Vic�s sensible advice that she�d be more help to Dutch if she was rested. However, those couple of hours had come at the price of horrific dreams, dreams where she could hear Dutch callingher,her, begging her to help him but she had been unable to find him. She had finally woken with a cry when Dutch�s bloody corpse had come to her asking over and over why she�d abandoned him, why she�d never come, why she�d let him die. Shuddering Claudette made her way towards herhroohroom hoping that a shower would help to blow the cobwebs away from her tired brain. While she stood under the hot water she found the clues from the three tapes coming into her mind. There had been hours of discussion on the subject, most of it frustrating. There was the full moon from the first tape, and maps of Los Angeles and the surrounding area had comewithwith two possibilities so far, the Mount Wilson Observatory and the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory. These could also both be linked in with the wood plane which had been pictured, the observatory was situated in the Angeles National Forest, hence a woodworking theme, and the word plane could loosely be linked to jet. Or they could just be grasping at straws, desperate for a lead, any lead. Both of these areas were huge and difficult to search, they needed to narrow therch rch perimeters down considerably if they were to succeed, and they had to succeed. The glass of melting ice cubes was still a mystery, and in the third tape a picture of a huge dog with three heads had appeared part way through. So far forensics hadn�t been a great help either, they had managed to tell them all the things which weren�t present on the tapes as opposed to anything helpful which was on there. Analysis of the sound tracks of the tapes had shown no aircraft sounds so it was unlikely that they were near an airport, and there had been no traffic sounds either which meant that they werobarobably not in an urban area. Vic�s only comment to this news had been,
"Well that narrows down the search."
Other than that it had been concluded that the building Dutch was being held in was old, probably late nineteenth century or early twentieth century, as if Claudette hadn�t figured that out on her own. Finally, there had been the attempts at tracking Collins through his bank accounts. Here again he was at least ten steps ahead of them. He had his money split between different accounts both in the US and in offshore accounts, and he even had accounts set up in different names. It was a gigantic, confusing paper trail, Agent Young had assured them that they had their best people at the FBI tackling it, all they could do was wait for them to do their job.
While she�d been thinking Claudette found she�d been doing everything else on automatic and was just about ready to head back in to The Barn. She could only pray that today they would get the break they needed, today they would find the crucial piece of evidence they needed to find Dutch. She remembered his voice in her dreams calling for her to help him, calling to her to find him,
"I�m trying my hardest son," she whispered, "I�m gonna find you I promise."
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