(( This post is partially continued from here http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t43619003/hurried-departure/ ))

It was clear to him now that these police were going to be happy dragging their feet. The fact that he had lost his phone for a while which was long enough for them to jam a bug in it, and that every landline in the house probablly had one two. It didn't matter much to Vincent he had a world full of alibies if they tried to turn it around on him. The dissappearance of evidance on his phone was unsettling as well since he never intended on giving up the images even if they were that disgusting it was the last shred of hope that he had that she was still alive. The most vivid memories he was left with now were the sounds in the parking garage that still echoed in his mind. McDoyle's hesitance to step right into phone tracking also rubbed Vincent the wrong way as he was starting to think he should hire someone who might give two shits instead of just spitting out scripted lines. Of course this hostility maybe warrented when your finace had been treated like Venus, and it was only natural that he wanted her back NOW, but he doubted the fucksticks at the police department cared.

When he stepped into the appartment Vincent was numbed by the images of the basically ransacked appartment with every drawer left open, and every bit of furniture shifted enough that it was clear the men who checked it really had no respect for others. Growling under his breath Vincent carried his carry-on back to the large bedroom with the kingsized bed the two shared when he would make his weekend trips up here everyother weekend. Vincent wanted a shower, a bed, and a meal. The order didn't matter too much, but he knew that he couldn't see to his own needs before he finished something that had to be done. Kicking off the black leather shoes Vincent collapsed back on the large bed. The disheavled sheets and comfortor still smelled like Venus, and he couldn't help but to grab one of her pillows and draw it close to his side wrapping a thick toned arm around the down pillow that was bathed in her scent. The good sized pillow squeezed nearly flat against his broad toned chest in the blue button down. Vincent's free hand was manipluating the blackberry to the point where he found the number to her family's home. 

For a few moments he allowed the main household line of the phone to ring. Vincent stretched out on the bed that had been rummaged through like a clearance rack at walmart. Left hand holding the pillow close to his side while his right was holding the blackberry hoping for someone, anyone to pick up.

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