Who: DI Hardy and Open Where: Walking from the beach to the city What: Grumpy copper's arrival When: Monday (Feb 3rd) morning/afternoon (after this) Rating: Hardy is very Scottish and very sweary Open: Yes, but ask first please Status: Ongoing
DI Alec Hardy scowled at the phone that wasn't actually his. At least the bloody thing was off now. He didn't know where his had got to. But then, if he really was in a coma, or at least unconscious, after collapsing in front of Miller then that was hardly an issue. Ugh. He bet the whole team knew about his condition now. Just fucking great, he would be saying hello to medical retirement when he did come to.
"Arse."
He shoved the phone into his coat pocket and glanced around, eyes narrowing as he took in his surroundings on the beach. The tall buildings caught his attention and it seemed like the best bet to head towards if he wanted answers. Even if this was some weird mental construction caused by a lack of oxygen and drugs. The sooner he worked out how to get out of here - i.e. wake up to the real world - the sooner he could discharge himself and finished his bloody case. He'd be damned if he was letting another child murderer walk.