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Video � Chapter 3.
By the time Claudette had reached the top of the stairs and turned towards Vic and Aceveda her face was like thunder. As she neared them she asked,
"What did you do�what did you do to upset Dutch like that!"
Aceveda stepped back into his office,
"We�ll talk in here Claudette."
She followed him in, sweeping past Vic, who once again brought up the rear, and stopped in the middle of the room pinning both of them with a cold stare. Vic noticed that Aceveda had retreated behind his desk and he couldn�t say he blamed him, Claudette in full protective mode was an awesome sight to behold and you certainly didn�t want to be on the receiving end of it. He could remember Shane and Lem talking about it when she�d blasted the pair of them for teasing Dutch when it had looked, quite erroneously, that Sean Taylor was playing him, and beating him at his own game. Her mouth had thinned to a grim line, as she demanded,
"Well!"
Aceveda sat down heavily and sighed. Looking up at her he said,
"There�s no easy way to say this Claudette. Maybe you should sit down."
The belligerence began to leave Claudette�s face being replaced with concern as she glanced from Aceveda to Vic, and noted his saddened expression. Sitting she turned back to Aceveda and in a slightly unsure voice asked,
"Why�what�s happened?"
"When looking through some child pornography tapes that the Strike Team seized this morning Shane found an old one that showed a boy being abused. The boy was�was Dutch."
Claudette looked stunned, and she looked away from Aceveda and turned to Vic for confirmation that what she�d just been told was true. He nodded his head and turning back to Aceveda her voice trembled slightly as she said,
"Are you sure�I mean if it�s an old tape maybe your wrong." Then unknowingly echoing Dutch�s own words, "Maybe it�s just a kid that looks like Dutch."
Aceveda looked towards Vic as did Claudette, and he could see her willing him to contradict Aceveda�s words. It was with a heavy heart that he told her,
"I�m sorry Claudette but there�s no doubt it�s him."
Her eyes closed and she lowered her head for a moment as she tried to get a grip on her emotions, on her shock. Looking up at Vic with eyes that suddenly looked very tired she asked him,
"How old�how old is he�in the tape."
"A teenager, about 14 or 15 I�d guess."
"Christ�I just I can�t believe it. I had no idea�I never once suspected�shit."
"None of us did Claudette. Dutch hid it well." Aceveda told her, trying to make her feel better.
"Yeah but I�m his partner." Claudette replied angrily. "I�m supposed to know him�he�s supposed to trust me."
She paused again and then gathering herself asked,
"Do we have any idea who�who the man is on the tape that�that�s�hurting him?"
Wincing knowing that the details were only going to make the whole thing harder for Claudette to hear, but knowing she wouldn�t leave it drop until she�d been told everything, Aceveda told her,
"There�s three of them and during the tape Dutch calls one of them dad so�"
"God," Claudette breathed at this news. "I knew he didn�t have anything to do with his family�I asked him about them a couple of times and he always just looked uncomfortable and changed the subject. I thought there must have been some kind of falling out, some kind of argument�not�"
Silence descended on the room, as everyone was lost in their own thoughts. Finally shaking herself, pulling herself together, her professional persona slipping back into place she asked,
"Have you watched the tape? Is it�bad?"
It was Vic, who answered her,
"Yeah Claudette it�s bad. Sick bastards didn�t spare him anything."
"What did he say when you confronted him? I mean it was obvious he was really upset, but did he admit it?"
His voice laced with worry Aceveda said,
"He completely denied it, panicked and said it wasn�t him�that it had never happened. Then�then I made a mistake, I don�t know why I did it� it was stupid�but I touched him and he just lost it."
"And took off upset, in who knows what state of mind, to God knows where, with his gun." Claudette said, her voice full of worry.
"Shit." Vic breathed.
"You don�t think he�d do anything stupid do you? Hurt himself?" Aceveda asked her.
Shaking her head sadly Claudette stood up,
"If you�d asked me that thirty minutes ago I�d have said no. But it seems I didn�t know Dutch as well as I thought I did so�I think we need to find him, and the sooner the better."
Aceveda nodded then asked,
"Do you have any idea where to look. I mean I could put out an APB on his car but I�d rather not. After the way he took off enough questions are going to be asked, and for now I think this needs to be kept quiet�for Dutch�s sake."
Claudette nodded her agreement, rubbing her hand over her face for a moment as she thought, she looked nd tnd told him,
"I�m guessing but he might head home�bolt for the place he feels safest. If he�s not there then he could be anywhere and we might need that APB. For now though it�ll be best if I go to talk to him�he trusts me�well as much as he probably trusts anyone over this."
Aceveda agreed with her but added a proviso,
"I want you to take Vic with you though."
Neither Vic nor Claudette looked very happy at this suggestion. Vic felt that he was in as deep with this whole mess as he wanted to be, and the thought of some kind of emotional scene at Dutch�s place really didn�t appeal. Before he could refuse to go though Claudette beat him to the punch,
"That�s not necessary. Look Dutch is upset, God knows what state he�s in emotionally I really don�t think he�s going to appreciate an audience do you. If I go on my own he�s more likely to open up to me."
However, Aceveda had made his mind up and remained firm,
"Exactly Claudette you don�t know what state he�s going to be in�I�m not sending you after him alone when he�s�confused and armed."
Claudette huffed,
"Oh what we�ve gone from a Dutch who might�might harm himself to one who�s going to hurt me. He wouldn�t do anything like that�Jesus."
Adamant Aceveda stood firm,
"Either you take Vic or you take a couple of uniforms with you as back up, it�s your choice Claudette."
Narrowing her eyes in annoyance at him but accepting defeat Claudette unwillingly nodded. Vic had been about to protest himself but realised that if Claudette had had no luck changing Aceveda�s mind then he certainly didn�t. Standing up and moving out from behind his desk as they moved towards the door Aceveda said,
"I�m going to check with Shane and see if he�s turned up anymore tapes with�well with Dutch on them."
"Oh shit." Claudette muttered. Then turning to Vic she said, "Come on I think the sooner we find Dutch the better."
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They�d been driving for about ten minutes in uncomfortable, slightly strained silence when Claudette asked,
"Was it really bad?"
Vic knew exactly what she was talking about,
"Yeah it was�look I wish I could tell you different Claudette but�Jesus it�s a fucking miracle Dutch can even function after growing up with that."
"I just can�t believe I didn�t realise, spot something�some clue. I mean how could he walk around with that kind of a secret and no one notice."
"Well I guess he�s had years of practice." Vic said sadly. "To be honest Claudette from the way he reacted it was like he�d repressed it, he just denied it had happened. Maybe that was his way of dealing with it�burying it deep down inside himself."
Claudette glanced at him, before turning her attention back to the road, she seem surprised at his understanding. Sighing she replied,
"That�s what I�m worried about. If he�s just shoved all this down inside himself and never dealt with it Christ knows what its going to do to him to suddenly have to confront it now. Didn�t you or Aceveda think of that before you just unleashed all this on him�didn�t you think how he might take it?"
Annoyed Vic said,
"Sorry Claudette, but you know I didn�t realise there was an easy way to tell someone that you�ve just watched them getting repeatedly raped and beaten by three fucking perverts, one of them their own father, when they were a kid�Shit!"
Turning to look out of the window Vic tried to calm his temper. He wasn�t even sure if it was Claudette he was pissed off at or just the whole fucking mess. Christ what a day, and he had the hideous suspicion nagging away at the back of his head that this was just the start and things were going to just go downhill from here on in. The silence stretched on for minutes and sparing a glance towards Claudette he could see the shock on her face that his words had caused. She might have been imagining what was on that tape but he�d pretty much given her the rough outline for her imagination to work with when he�d lost his temper.
"I�m sorry Claudette I didn�t mean�I didn�t mean to say�all that."
"It�s ok you were right there is no easy way to tell someone�that. I�m just�God I don�t know it�s just hard to take in that�s all."
"I know how you feel." Vic assured her.
Glancing at him she gave him a quick, sad smile. Then with a sigh she announced,
"We�re here."
"Yeah and so�s Dutchboy." Vic said seeing Dutch�s car badly parked in his driveway.
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