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hostage as Madeleine Parker, something everyone already knows, and that they are in the process of trying to contact her family, and work out the identities of the robbers involved. They have leads on the ring leader, but as of this moment, his whereabouts are unknown. This is considered, by the press and the public alike, as typical police incompetence. Garland takes great pains to point out that police involvement, despite the minor hiccup on interstate five, which led to the suspect evading capture, ensured that no lives were lost, no money was taken, and the incident was dealt with swiftly. He assures his audience that he is confident the case will be swiftly brought to a close, and without further loss of civilian life.
Back in Frank Giamatti's office, the two men mull it over. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that Garland mulls, while Frank chews like a dog with a mouthful of bad meat.
'Who the fuck is it?' Frank says.
'We don't know yet sir', Garland tells him.
'I hope you've got something for me Garland', he says.
'We are working on contacting all known business associates of Alex Gottleib', Garland says, almost verbatim from the press conference, hoping to instil confidence in his senior.
'Don't let him make us look stupid', Frank growls. 'I want a name by the end of the day. Find out who the fuck he is, and more importantly where he's going.'
'I'll do my best', Garland says.
'You'll do better than that', Frank says.
'Yes', Garland agrees. It was best to agree with Frank, even if you didn't really mean it. He's on the way out of the door when Frank remembers something else.
'And the girl?' Frank says, not interested in her by a long way, but aware that an appeal might bring the robber in by himself, and save him yet another ulcer.
'Nothing yet sir.'
'Nothing?'
'No sir.'
Her face has been on every single news channel all afternoon, and not one person has rung in to ask what we are doing about finding her?'
'Not a single call', Garland says.
'Jesus christ', Frank says, and holds his head in his hands. 'He's kidnapped a nobody, that nobody cares about. We don't get this sorted soon, they'll pull it away from us.'
'I'm trying to find her family sir', Garland says.
'Good. If that doesn't work, get an actress in here, and make sure you talk to the press about it, but off-line. No doubt they'll be having the same idea. And Garland, I want reports of every stolen car in a fifty mile radius of Albuquerque, as soon as they come in.'
'Done', Garland says, and quickly makes it out of the door, before Frank asks him yet another question.
River is overjoyed to find that the stereo on his new car is working. It takes him a while to tune into something that he's happy to listen to, but he eventually finds some motown, and enjoys it so much, he turns it up so Maddy can hear. It is, of course, not the kind of thing Maddy would choose to listen to, even if listening to music was something she did. She tries to block it out with her hands over her ears, and when that doesn't work, she tries to get River's attention by slapping the back seat with her palm. Eventually, she gives in, grits her teeth and bears it. Before too long, she finds herself lost in the rhythm, and barely notices it's there. For the first time in a long time, and without her actually realising it, she begins to relax. River taps out the beat on the steering wheel. Hidden underneath the passenger seat is a recently stolen bag full of enough money to keep him going for a long time, and on his face is a smile that goes from ear to ear. He hasn't seen a police officer for the last four hours, and he's on the way to the state line. There is nothing that can stop him now.
Maddy tries as best as she can to get comfortable. She's hungry, thirsty, tense, crankier than normal and desperately needs a pee. Her dress is so dirty she's going to have to throw it away, and it horrifies her to think what state her hair will be in. She needs a
Back in Frank Giamatti's office, the two men mull it over. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that Garland mulls, while Frank chews like a dog with a mouthful of bad meat.
'Who the fuck is it?' Frank says.
'We don't know yet sir', Garland tells him.
'I hope you've got something for me Garland', he says.
'We are working on contacting all known business associates of Alex Gottleib', Garland says, almost verbatim from the press conference, hoping to instil confidence in his senior.
'Don't let him make us look stupid', Frank growls. 'I want a name by the end of the day. Find out who the fuck he is, and more importantly where he's going.'
'I'll do my best', Garland says.
'You'll do better than that', Frank says.
'Yes', Garland agrees. It was best to agree with Frank, even if you didn't really mean it. He's on the way out of the door when Frank remembers something else.
'And the girl?' Frank says, not interested in her by a long way, but aware that an appeal might bring the robber in by himself, and save him yet another ulcer.
'Nothing yet sir.'
'Nothing?'
'No sir.'
Her face has been on every single news channel all afternoon, and not one person has rung in to ask what we are doing about finding her?'
'Not a single call', Garland says.
'Jesus christ', Frank says, and holds his head in his hands. 'He's kidnapped a nobody, that nobody cares about. We don't get this sorted soon, they'll pull it away from us.'
'I'm trying to find her family sir', Garland says.
'Good. If that doesn't work, get an actress in here, and make sure you talk to the press about it, but off-line. No doubt they'll be having the same idea. And Garland, I want reports of every stolen car in a fifty mile radius of Albuquerque, as soon as they come in.'
'Done', Garland says, and quickly makes it out of the door, before Frank asks him yet another question.
River is overjoyed to find that the stereo on his new car is working. It takes him a while to tune into something that he's happy to listen to, but he eventually finds some motown, and enjoys it so much, he turns it up so Maddy can hear. It is, of course, not the kind of thing Maddy would choose to listen to, even if listening to music was something she did. She tries to block it out with her hands over her ears, and when that doesn't work, she tries to get River's attention by slapping the back seat with her palm. Eventually, she gives in, grits her teeth and bears it. Before too long, she finds herself lost in the rhythm, and barely notices it's there. For the first time in a long time, and without her actually realising it, she begins to relax. River taps out the beat on the steering wheel. Hidden underneath the passenger seat is a recently stolen bag full of enough money to keep him going for a long time, and on his face is a smile that goes from ear to ear. He hasn't seen a police officer for the last four hours, and he's on the way to the state line. There is nothing that can stop him now.
Maddy tries as best as she can to get comfortable. She's hungry, thirsty, tense, crankier than normal and desperately needs a pee. Her dress is so dirty she's going to have to throw it away, and it horrifies her to think what state her hair will be in. She needs a
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