Chapter 16: Research
Westminster, London| Pub
Her vision was slightly hazy, and her head cloudy as she gazed upon her 8th shot of Whiskey at 2 in the morning that Sunday.
"Piss off." She told the third, or was it the fourth man who tried to start a conversation with her in the pub? Sam can’t recall. Ariel, the raven-haired barkeep and also an acquaintance couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. This was one of those crazy moments that Sam Gray was intoxicated, for the sake of Science.
Davies was driving his way home when his phone rang, he glanced at the screen reading Jones.
"What is it?" He asked, and the man on the other line explained, exasperated.
"WHAT?!" Davies uttered, shaking his head in disbelief. He took the closest U-turn and drove to the address given to him.
Two police cars with blinking lights and an ambulance were situated outside a pub. Jones stood scowling, in pain, an ice pack pressed against his swollen cheek. "Where is she?" Davies asked, approaching him. Jones ushered him towards the ambulance, inside was an unconscious Sam Gray.
"What happened?" Davies asked both baffled and concerned at the state of the woman.
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7 Eastbourne Rd
Levi couldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t sleep for only god knows why. And he settled on reading to pass the time while watching crap telly. When he noticed the flashing red and blue lights by his window, in front of 7 Eastbourne Rd was a police car. Behind it was Davies’ car. Levi watched as he stepped out of his car, his face looked shaken.
Mrs. Whitehall woke up from the sound, banging on the front door her husband William followed behind. The couple begrudgingly got up, put on a robe, and opened the door. There stood Davies, "James, look at the time--" she complained. "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Whitehall, but Levi --" he paused after seeing Levi walk out of his flat.