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It was a strange series of events that had led him here, and as he sat in the waiting room of the local A&E, Danny went back through it all hour by hour.
6PM: With class out Danny was back to hunting for the lunatic who'd been targeting fellow students, drugging them and then dumping them at home with no sign of sexual or physical assault. He'd stopped home, changed into club clothes, and set out.
7PM: he'd been walking from the tube to the club when a car started driving along side him- A familiar car. Rich's car.
The window came down, and Rich leaned out. "Get in," the man said, prompting Danny to flip him off.
Rich laughed, then spoke again. "I know who you're after- If you want them, get in the damn car, Danny."
8PM: Rich had dumped him down the block, having given him a list of what he knew. Apparently he wasn't a fan of this guy either, and while Danny wouldn't consider him a trustworthy source, it wasn't like he had much more to go off.
9PM: He'd headed into the club, spoken to someone Rich had suggested might be in on it all, and had let himself have a drink or two so he didn't stand out like a sore thumb.
10PM: Okay, maybe a drink too many.
11PM: He'd called a car, apparently now was the prime time. He'd used the correct service and rejected drivers until he found one who seemed to fit the bill.
11:15PM: The man had complementary water. It was sealed, and so he took one.
11:30PM: Everything was slow. Fuzzy.
<i>I warned you. STOP. FOLLOWING. ME.</i>
Was it midnight now? Danny squinted at the clock. He was still drugged, not bleeding, but he was certain his ribs were broken and his left eye was struggling to focus. But he had to wait. They said he had to wait.
His hand was shaking as he pulled out his phone. The screen was shattered but it was still working. Should he call someone? Text someone? No, best not. Best to just go it alone.
6PM: With class out Danny was back to hunting for the lunatic who'd been targeting fellow students, drugging them and then dumping them at home with no sign of sexual or physical assault. He'd stopped home, changed into club clothes, and set out.
7PM: he'd been walking from the tube to the club when a car started driving along side him- A familiar car. Rich's car.
The window came down, and Rich leaned out. "Get in," the man said, prompting Danny to flip him off.
Rich laughed, then spoke again. "I know who you're after- If you want them, get in the damn car, Danny."
8PM: Rich had dumped him down the block, having given him a list of what he knew. Apparently he wasn't a fan of this guy either, and while Danny wouldn't consider him a trustworthy source, it wasn't like he had much more to go off.
9PM: He'd headed into the club, spoken to someone Rich had suggested might be in on it all, and had let himself have a drink or two so he didn't stand out like a sore thumb.
10PM: Okay, maybe a drink too many.
11PM: He'd called a car, apparently now was the prime time. He'd used the correct service and rejected drivers until he found one who seemed to fit the bill.
11:15PM: The man had complementary water. It was sealed, and so he took one.
11:30PM: Everything was slow. Fuzzy.
<i>I warned you. STOP. FOLLOWING. ME.</i>
Was it midnight now? Danny squinted at the clock. He was still drugged, not bleeding, but he was certain his ribs were broken and his left eye was struggling to focus. But he had to wait. They said he had to wait.
His hand was shaking as he pulled out his phone. The screen was shattered but it was still working. Should he call someone? Text someone? No, best not. Best to just go it alone.
