Bech
Sitting at his desk, he reads the reports coming in, fury eating at him….
Fuck….
Another day and they’d have been shipped out….
Better be moving the others along before they get any more search teams down there….
A tap on his shoulder. “C’mon. It’s all leave cancelled. Every spare hand’s being called in to trawl those old tunnels. And don’t expect to be going home early for the next week”
“I was going to finish the report on the Vanderhoof robbery. I’ve still got a couple of hours before I’m done.”
“That’ll wait. Get your jacket.”
Fuck….
*****
The pressure doesn’t ease.
“When do you plan to retrieve them, Bech? The two women?”
“Unless you feel strongly otherwise sir, I was intending to give it some days. The police, the search teams…. They’ve even called in the military to
