“Did you hear me, Jack?” Pyke’s persistence did little to engage Jack’s cooperation. “No killing, no damaging evidence; we’re on to a very big fish in a very big pond here, Jack…Jack?” Pyke screeched loudly in Jack’s ear, turning up the volume.
“Yeah, OK, OK,” Jack said, wincing in pain. “I get you. You crack on with the calling it in, and we’ll protect the crime scene.”
Pyke clicked off.
Jack turned to Amy.
“Well, possibly a major VIP abuse gang. Not bad for your last assignment,” he smiled weakly.
They stood arms crossed, watching Dio as he finished cleaning the young body. The boy’s eyes scanned the room, powerless, trying to work out what would happen next.
Amy walked to the table, leant down, and whispered in the boy’s ear.
“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be OK.”
The boy tried in vain to whip his head around. He thought he’d heard something, but no one was there.