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He hadn't expected to find D immediately, but he'd expected to find him quickly. A couple of weeks at most - he was a detective, wasn't he? And a damn good one at that!
The days drew out slowly, an eternity of stale smelling buses and cheap motels. Days filled with confusing maps, the bright shops and loud voices of China Town, smudging news print as he searched for the place to look. Nights which were a blur of aches and painkillers or alcohol and staring at the ceiling or the city lights until he fell asleep and started dreaming of things that were almost as frustrating as his daily life.
He didn't realise just how many days had gone past until Jill called him and asked where he'd been for the last two months, the North Pole?
Two months?
Two months of what seemed to be the same goddamn day over and over again?
Two months and he still hadn't found D?
... Shit.
The days drew out slowly, an eternity of stale smelling buses and cheap motels. Days filled with confusing maps, the bright shops and loud voices of China Town, smudging news print as he searched for the place to look. Nights which were a blur of aches and painkillers or alcohol and staring at the ceiling or the city lights until he fell asleep and started dreaming of things that were almost as frustrating as his daily life.
He didn't realise just how many days had gone past until Jill called him and asked where he'd been for the last two months, the North Pole?
Two months?
Two months of what seemed to be the same goddamn day over and over again?
Two months and he still hadn't found D?
... Shit.
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