Author: Nancy
Disclaimer: JAG and characters etc do not belong to me. No profit of
any kind is made from this.
Classification: PG-13 I originally posted this as R, but no actual
description of the sexual assault is contained (Sexual and Violent
Content) This was originally posted in the summer of 2002. 'And the
Sun Will Rise' was written as the sequel to this story.
Category: Drama
Summary: As JAG headquarters struggles to help Bud deal with his
trauma, Harm deals with a darker trauma of his own. Warning contains
sexual violence. I confess that I debated about writing a story
containing this type of violence, but I hope that somehow it may help
the reader to gain compassion and understanding of the victims
associated with sexual assault.
Special thanks to Marianne for beta reading.
PART 4
Harm opened the door to his apartment, and Mac strolled in carrying a bag of muffins. "Hey, thought I would drop by and see if you wanted to take a run. I brought breakfast." She held up the bag for him to see the contents.
"You baked?" He asked sarcastically with a smile.
"Just for that comment, I'm never going to volunteer to cook for you again." She replied in mock offensiveness.
"Mac, we've know each other for six years and when have you ever cooked for me."
"I made you soup one time when you had that nasty cold."
"You and Campbell's." Harm chuckled.
"So I don't cook, but I can beat you in a five mile run." She taunted.
"You have never beat me running." Harm challenged.
"Oh that's right we tied at the Jagathon, but there's always this year."
"And I'll be ready! This time looser has to cook a full meal for the winner." Harm grinned. "So you may have to actually read the directions to figure out how to turn your oven on."
"Yea, and you are now going to have to beg for one of my freshly baked still warm muffins from O'Grady's." Mac picked up a muffin out of the bag and swirled it under his nose before taking a bite. "Ummmmmm."
Harm grabbed at the bag, but Mac was too quick and held it behind her out of his reach. Using his long arms, he tried to reach around and grab the bag, but she backed away and darted around behind the island to his kitchen. "Oh you have to be quicker than that squid!" She taunted as he moved slowly around the counter.
She took another bite and groaned. "Ummmm this is soooo good."
Harm's eyes glittered as he began to stalk her. She giggled when he abruptly changed directions and tried to catch her. However, he was not going to give up the challenge. He began to climb upon the island. She screamed playfully and darted into his bedroom forgetting that his bath had no door, but it was too late. He was rapidly approaching so she climbed on his bed in an attempt to escape. He caught her leg, and she fell on the bed in a fit of giggles.
Harm threw his body on top of hers trapping her from any escape and began to tickle her. She was laughing so hard that tears trickled down her face. "Stop Harm, stop." She pleaded through fits of laughter.
"Give it up." He ordered not ceasing his torture.
"Never." She giggled and threw the bag of crumbling muffins across the room.
"Mac!" He stopped tickling but continued to hold her down. "Just for that I'm going to. . ."
"Going to what?" She said breathlessly just inches from his face.
He found himself staring back into her big brown eyes. Their smiles melted away as his lips began to move towards hers. She parted them and closed her eyes in anticipation. His lips brushed hers tentatively and then more confidently. Her arms snaked around his back pulling up his shirt and lightly massaging his warm skin. He reached for the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up. Her hand inadvertently pressed on a tender area. A sudden vision of his attacker ripping at his shirt flashed in his thoughts, and he jerked up and away from Mac.
Mac lay in the bed looking confused and hurt. "Harm?" She asked weakly.
"I'm sorry Mac." He avoided making eye contact. "I really don't have time to run today. I've got to catch up on some work." He explained lamely.
"Harm what just happened?" Mac sat up adjusting her clothing.
"Nothing." He replied tonelessly.
"I see." She said not hiding the rejection she felt and climbed off his bed. She walked towards his apartment door and turned as she reached for the doorknob hoping that he would stop her. Instead, she heard the sound of water running in his bathroom sink. Closing the door behind her, she wiped away a bitter tear that escaped down her face.
Harm leaned weakly against the bathroom sink and cursed silently allowing his dark mood to overtake him.
Harm hadn't realized he drifted to sleep on the couch after Mac left until he awoke to the pounding at his door. He cleared the sleep from his eyes and peered out his peephole to see his brother. "Why didn't you use your key?" He asked as the younger Rabb stepped inside.
"The last time I used my key, you aimed a gun at me." He smiled.
"Have you had breakfast?" Harm inquired as he ignored his brother's comment and headed towards the kitchen.
"Breakfast? It is almost time for dinner." Sergei bent down and picked up the white bakery bag. He looked in it to see the remnants of the muffins. "What happened to these?"
Harm sighed, took the bag and tossed it in the trash without responding.
"You have been most irritable lately. You are like a bear awoken to early from his hibernation." Sergei tried to tease.
"Sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind."
"Would it be a certain pretty Marine?" Sergei grinned.
Harm rolled his eyes and changed the subject. "What brings you here today?"
"I thought you would like to go to the cinema and see the new movie about the insect man." Sergei picked up an apple out of a fruit bowl on Harm's counter and bit into it.
"Spiderman." Harm chuckled.
"That is what I said." Sergei took another bite when the phone rang.
Harm picked it up. "Rabb."
"Rabb I need to talk to you about Duram." A strange voice said.
"Who is this? What information are you talking about?" Harm walked a few feet further away, so Sergei would not hear.
"This is Corporal Lott. Lt. Roberts called and wanted to talk with me about some evidence in the rape case. He said something about some cologne. Look I can't talk now. Can you meet me somewhere tonight alone?" Lott sounded nervous over the phone.
"I pick the place." Harm said warily.
"Look Commander about that night. I made a mistake." Lott said weakly.
Harm didn't respond at first. "Meet me at JAG headquarters at 2000, I'll leave your name with the guard."
"Thank you sir."
Harm hung up the phone and turned to Sergei. "Something's come up. I have to go in to work tonight. If you want to catch the late night movie, I'll call when I finish and pick you up." Harm offered.
"Alright, perhaps Mac would like to go too."
"I doubt it." He sighed heavily.
*******
JAG headquarters was practically deserted save for a couple of clerks. Lott knocked softly on Harm's office door. Harm looked up from the Duram file that he had retrieved from Bud's office. "Have a seat." Harm said coolly.
Lott meekly responded and looked down. "I was just reviewing Lt. Robert's notes. I don't see where he contacted you." Harm said icily.
"He must have forgotten to write it down. Look Commander, I don't know any other way to say what I have to say, but I was wrong. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought you were going to get Duram off and at the time I was convinced he raped those women."
Harm fought to suppress the anger towards the man. He needed to find out who was behind all of this. "But you've changed you mind." Harm said flatly while twirling his pen in his hand.
"My sister was raped when she was sixteen. I know that doesn't excuse my actions, but maybe you can understand my anger." Lott implored.
"So you and your friends thought that you could claim your own justice no matter who go hurt?" Harm hissed as he grasped the pen that he was holding tightly.
"I guess you believe I'm no better than the rapist." Lott sounded remorseful.
"I believe you are the same." Harm said with a cold edge to his voice making a fist around the pen so tight that his knuckles were white.
Lott squirmed uncomfortably in the glare of the man in front of him. Nervously he continued to speak. "The cologne Lt. Robert's mentioned. He said it was that cheap stuff, Brut. At first, I didn't think anything about it, but I went to the commissary and found a bottle and opened it. It was then that I realized Stogner uses Brut. He also relieves Herndon when he's on leave, so he could have used the keys to the lockers to get Duram's jacket. When Herndon told us that you guys had come looking around and accused him of getting into the locker, Stogner looked real worried that Herndon may have implicated him." Lott explained. "Stogner got Herndon and I all riled up about Duram in the first place. He said that Duram was giving the Corp a bad name and that he was going to get away with it because he had some hot shot JAG attorney. Herndon and me agreed to rough you up a little so that maybe you'd back off. I had no idea it would go as far as it did."
Harm felt bile rise into his throat. He felt no mercy for the man. If he had a gun, he was sure that he would have used it right then. Lott continued to talk, ignoring the silent rage radiating from the JAG officer. "I appreciate you're not reporting us." Lott added contritely. "I figured I owed you one."
"I need more proof that Stogner committed the assaults. What you've just told me is circumstantial." Harm replied as he unconsciously tapped the tip oh his pen on his desk.
"Stogner has a place off base. Maybe he has something there that would prove he did it." Lott looked up hopefully.
"Each victim reported that an article of clothing was taken at the time of the assault. Maybe he keeps them as souvenirs." Harm thought aloud as he looked back at the file.
"Stogner's on duty tonight, and his place isn't but about twenty minutes from here. I could take you." Lott offered.
"Why in the hell would I trust you?" Harm replied sardonically.
"Because Stogner knows he's going to be questioned, and he will destroy any evidence that may link him to the rapes." Lott offered.
"What about Herndon?" Harm asked suspiciously.
"Herndon refuses to believe Stogner could do it. They've been friends a long time." Lott answered. "Look we could take someone with us. What about Lt. Roberts?"
Harm frowned, "No, it will have to wait until I get a search warrant tomorrow."
"He may clean everything out by tomorrow, but what ever you think is best." Lott replied.
"That's a chance I'll have to take." Harm stood up and walked the non commissioned officer out.
"If he suspects I talked with you, I'll be dead." He said with fear in his eyes.
"That's your problem." Harm replied without emotion and continued to escort the man to the parking lot.
Lott got into his vehicle and drove away while Harm slid into his Corvette and dialed his brother on his cell phone and suggested he meet him at the movie theater since he was running late. He then cranked up his vet and drove out of the parking lot. A minute later Harm saw what looked to be Lott's vehicle on the side of the dark deserted road. He slowed and saw what looked like Lott slumped over his steering wheel. Harm pulled over and jumped out to check on the man.
****
"Are you sure he knew which theater to meet you?" Mac questioned.
"Yes, he should have been here a long time ago. I tried his cell phone, his apartment and his office. The guard said he left nearly an hour ago." Sergei explained over the phone.
"I'll pick you up in a few minutes." Mac hung up and called the Admiral.
The three met up at JAG headquarters along with Bud Roberts and Sturgis Turner. "I've reviewed the sign in logs. Commander Rabb met with a Corporal Mark Lott at about 2000. Then the guard reported that they both signed out about 2100. Corporal Lott drove away, and the Commander left shortly there after." Sturgis reported.
"Lott!" Bud frowned. "He's one of the men that the Commander believed attacked him."
"Why in the hell didn't Rabb report this and what was he doing meeting the man here?" The Admiral asked in frustration.
"I don't know sir." Bud answered receiving a penetrating glare from the Admiral. "Really sir. The commander and I believed that Sergeant Stogner, Sergeant Herndon and Corporal Lott were the men who attacked the commander, but we had no proof. We have a theory that perhaps one of them was trying to frame Duran for the rapes. Maybe our investigation made Lott nervous." Bud explained uncomfortably.
"But why would Lott agree to come here where he would be recognized?" Mac asked.
"Maybe someone followed Lott." Sturgis deducted receiving worried glances from everyone.
The Admiral picked up the phone and dialed Quantico. A few minutes later he sank into his chair. "The base received a phone call from the sheriff's department. They found Lott's car empty with traces of blood about 2130. Herndon and Stogner were on duty on base until 2200, but both have since left the base."
"Mac, you and Sturgis get down to Quantico and talk with Herndon and Stogner." The Admiral suggested.
"Sir, I need to go." Bud said with determination. The Admiral paused and then nodded.
"I'll go calm Sergei." The Admiral added.
*****
Lott grinned evilly at the bound JAG officer. "Glad to see you decided to join me. Sorry about that little bump on the head."
Harm mentally kicked himself for falling to such an obvious ruse. He had stopped to find Lott leaned over his steering wheel. When he pushed him back, he was met with the barrel of a gun. Lott exited his vehicle and ordered him to place his hands on the top of the hood of the car. That was the last thing Harm remembered.
"You raped those women and set Duram up." Harm accused.
"You are partially correct." Lott chuckled.
"We prefer to call it primitive sex." Herndon added as he and Stogner entered the abandoned warehouse.
"Yea primitive sex. In primitive cultures it wasn't uncommon for the stronger of the male species to take any female of his choosing. That way only the fittest survived." Herndon smirked.
"You are all sick." Harm sounded repelled as he pulled unsuccessfully at his bindings.
"What are we going to do with him?" Lott turned to Herndon.
"Our pretty sailor is going to be found dead of a self inflicted gun shot wound after he kills you." Herndon had slowly pulled out a handgun, pointed at Lott, and fired four rounds into his chest. Lott stared in horror as his body flung back against a large crate. He slumped to the floor with blank lifeless eyes.
Harm couldn't believe what he had witnessed. He again struggled against his bindings. "You won't get away with this." Harm threatened as his anxiety rose.
"But I will, you see after the police find certain pictures in Lott's apartment of our previous encounter everyone will understand the duress you were under." Herndon said in mock sadness.
"Oh god." Harm visualized the look on shock on his friends and family's faces.
"You see part of the turn on is looking at the pictures later." Stogner's depraved chuckle sent a deep sense of horror through Harm as he realized how hopeless his situation was becoming.
"You both have already been implicated with Lott. They will suspect you." He replied in panic.
"You never had proof of your attackers' identities, and we've planted enough evidence in Lott's apartment to implicate him and a couple of his not so savory friends. You see Mark here hung out with a pretty rough crowd. He got a little panicked when you connected him with that cheap aftershave he wears. Stogner and I of course will be appalled when we find out about his extracurricular activities and especially how he was planning to blackmail you with those pictures. That was why you agreed to meet him. You then followed him, forced him off the road and into your car. You then brought him here, and you know the rest of the story." Herndon added without emotion.
"Hurry up and get it over with." Stogner peered nervously out the door of the warehouse.
"Come over here and help me hold him." Herndon barked as he approached his captive.
Harm realized that Herndon was going to need to hold his hand close to the gun in order for the residue to show up on the post mortem. He began to force himself to focus and look for any opportunity to break away. It would be now or never.
*****
Mac, Sturgis and Bud had been given the addresses of all three men in question and went to Stogner's first. They received no response to their knock. Bud pulled out his Swiss pocketknife Harm had given him the first year he had been assigned to JAG along with some tips on how to break in using the knife. He carefully manipulated the lock and it opened to his delight. "Look the door's open. Maybe we should go in and make sure he's alright." Bud said using his best Harm imitation. Mac and Sturgis traded exasperated looks, but followed the lieutenant into the dark apartment.
Sturgis pulled out a small flashlight and began to look around. Mac carefully searched the drawers to his desk locating a stash of pornographic magazines. "Looks like Stogner is into porno." She announced.
Bud picked through them when a photo dropped from one of the magazines. He picked it up and clinched his jaw in disgust. He passed the picture to Sturgis and Mac. "This looks like someone photographed a woman being raped." Sturgis frowned.
"You can see the woman's face, but the guy's face is covered with a stocking." Mac shuttered.
"I don't recognize the woman. She is probably another victim who may have never reported the rape." Sturgis said softly.
"The majority of rapes are never reported." Mac replied sadly. "The victim often feels responsible for what happened to them or they are so ashamed that they can't bring themselves to seek help. So they continued to be hurt by these bastards long after the assault." She hissed in anger.
"We better leave everything like it is and get a court order to search the place before Stogner returns." Sturgis suggested.
"Let's get over to Lott's and see if we can find them there." Mac suggested.
"Ma'am Herndon's apartment is just fifteen minutes away." Bud looked at the notes he had taken regarding the men's living quarters.
"Let's go."
*****
"Now just make it easy on yourself and soon you won't feel anything." Herndon instructed in a demented calm tone as he stroked Harm's face. Harm jerked away, but Stogner held his left hand while Herndon grasped Harm's right using his exceptional strength to pull the resisting limb to the position he desired.
Harm continued to struggle in vain, as he heard Herndon release the safety. Beads of sweat trickled over his body, and he began to hyperventilate as the exertion and panic began overtaking him.
"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?"
Herndon and Stogner reflectively looked to the direction of the voice. Herndon lessened his grip on Harm and turned the weapon to the old security guard that stood at the warehouse door. The older man reacted by grasping his weapon out of its hostler, but he was much to slow.
Using his adrenaline surge, Harm jerked away as Herndon fired throwing his captor off balance. The bullet whizzed by the man's head missing its target. The old man quickly regained his senses and scurried away from the door.
"Get him!" Herndon ordered while he grabbed Harm in a chokehold. Stogner ran after the man leaving Herndon with Harm.
Harm knew it was now or never and drove his elbow into Herndon's gut. Herndon grunted in pain and lessened his grip enough for Harm to get a deep breath before delivering another sharp blow. Herndon shoved the gun against Harm's side ready to fire it, but Harm's struggle prevented him from maintaining an adequate hold on the gun. Harm repeated his blows repeatedly until Herndon collapsed backwards. He scrambled to stand as Herndon regained control of the weapon and pointed it up at Harm.
Harm dove sideways as the gun fired. He rolled quickly as Herndon took another aim. Harm looked up in time to see the gun pointed directly at him. He closed his eyes and heard a click.
Both men froze as the realization processed that the gun was empty. Harm jumped up to move away as Herndon simultaneously pulled a knife and blocked Harm.
****
Mac's cell phone rang as the three left Herndon's deserted house. "Mackenzie." She listened intently before responding. "We're on our way."
She looked at the two officers with her. "The police received a call from a security guard at the old Mason Industries Plant. He reported that two men were holding what looked like a Navy officer in one of the empty warehouses. One of the men fired at the guard and chased him." Mac explained as she moved rapidly towards their vehicle.
"I'll drive," She volunteered. " It's not far from here, and I know exactly where the warehouse is located."
"How did the security guard get away?" Bud asked as the tires to the car squealed as they drove away.
"The security guard's a retired seal. The guy that chased him is dead." Mac stated flatly.
****
"I told you I could do some interesting things with this knife. I guess I'll get a chance to show you." Herndon said with a sneer meant to intimidate.
Harm was trembling from his dwindling adrenaline rush. He had his hands placed in front of himself defensively as Herndon made several blind stabs.
"You can't win now Herndon." Harm's breathless voice sounded more confident.
"We'll see." Herndon continued to grin and taunt Harm with the sharp knife.
The sound of a police siren blared in the distance. "Looks like your buddy Stogner failed." Harm smiled as he noticed the corner of Herndon's mouth twitch angrily.
Suddenly Herndon let out an animalistic scream and lunged towards Harm. Harm attempted to deflect him but Herndon's bulkier weight pulled them both to the ground. Herndon raised the knife ready to draw blood when Harm grabbed his hand. Herndon and Harm's arms trembled in stress as the two fought for control.
Harm abruptly relaxed enough to throw Herndon off balance and brought his fist up to impact Herndon's jaw temporarily disorienting the man. He quickly rolled Herndon over and pinned him down. The knife fell with a clank to the floor as Harm landed another blow to Herndon's face. Harm now controlled by his own fury continued to pound the man now lying limp beneath him.
"Harm! Stop! You'll kill him!" Harm was barely aware of Mac's voice calling him through his rage. Sturgis and Bud waited for Mac's word to intervene, but she gestured for them to stay where they were.
"Harm!" She called one more time while holding a gun aimed at the pair. Harm stopped and continued to hold the unconscious man by the collar of his shirt while his other hand visibly shook as he fought his urge to continue to strike his abuser.
Harm held his position for what seemed like minutes to the shocked observers. Again, Mac called out, but this time soothingly. "Harm, it's over."
He turned and looked at her with such a defeated expression that she felt her chest tighten in empathy. "It'll never be over." His voice sounded almost childlike. Slowly he stood and walked towards the door of the warehouse. His friends hesitated about whether to approach him.
Herndon's hand snaked unnoticed towards the knife lying next to him. He grasped it and rolled over in one even sweep. Just as he released the sharp weapon, a gunshot fired.
Stunned faces snapped towards Mac who held the discharged weapon pointed at a lifeless Herndon. Sturgis tentatively approached the prone figure. Sturgis reached to search for a pulse. "He's dead." Mac slowly lowered the gun and then turned to Harm who stared at his former tormentor with a small smile on his lips.
"He threw a knife." Mac frowned and moved towards Harm. She touched his left arm. "You're bleeding."
Harm looked down and noted drops of blood dripping from the affected limb. He thought it odd that he felt no pain. Bud had advanced by that time and placed a clean white handkerchief on the deep gash at Harm's triceps. "This looks pretty deep, we need to get the Commander to the hospital." He said to Mac who continued to gaze at Harm's now expressionless face with concern.
The sound of sirens became louder. "The police are almost here." Sturgis commented. He shared Mac's concerned look as he jointed the pair taking care of Harm. He added his handkerchief to Bud's to make a tourniquet to slow the heavy bleeding. "You need to sit down Harm." He instructed gently and led the compliant man to a crate. "Bud why don't you stay with Commander Rabb while the Colonel and I go intercept the police." He added.
Bud watched his mute friend worriedly noting his lack of emotion in his demeanor. Gently Bud tried to draw him into conversation believing Harm was upset because their only chance of proving Duram innocence was now dead. "We went to their living quarters and found evidence to link them to the rapes."
The words penetrated Harm's numbness enough for him to remember that Herndon had placed pictures of his assault at Lott's place. Harm suddenly focused on Bud with a look of deep anxiety. "You found the pictures at Lott's?" He asked weakly.
"We only made it to Stogner's and Herndon's. We found pictures of someone raping a woman. I believe when the police and NCIS finish investigating they will find all the evidence needed to prove their involvement." Bud replied reassuringly again misreading Harm's concern. "Lott's place is not far from here at 310 Mulberry Lane so after the police finish up here they'll go check it out." Bud replied after referring to his notepad. "But I guess it's over now that Herndon, Stogner and Lott are all dead, but at least we can clear Duram." Bud added quietly.
Harm stood up and swayed slightly as he headed towards the door. "Sir? Where are you going?"
"I'll be back." Harm lied and staggered as quickly as he could to his car where his keys remained in the ignition.
Bud's slower pace prevented him from catching up as he heard the sound of Harm's vet revving up. The red sports car was driving away from the warehouse by the time he reached the doorway.
Harm pulled onto a long street now deserted due to the late hour and found 310 Mulberry on the mailbox. He winced in pain as he exited his vet. Determined to get into the house before the police came, he ignored his discomfort and climbed up the steps to the porch of the dark structure. Noticing a pair of work gloves along with garden tools lying in a chair, he put the gloves on before testing the door. Upon finding the door locked, he searched for a key and lucked out when he moved a planter. Taking the key, he quietly entered the house holding his breath half expecting to be met by one of his attackers. He pulled the drapes closed and turned on a small lamp. The room was exceptionally neat with few furnishings and a large home entertainment center along the wall. He then made a quick search of the kitchen and bedroom before returning to the living area. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he approached a small desk to find a large envelope with his name and address printed across the front. He opened it to find a video. Stuffing it back into the envelope, he continued to search the rest of the drawers. He then turned to the home entertainment center. Lott had a machine to dub his own videos. Harm turned on the power button and pressed the eject button. An unmarked tape slid out. He pushed it back into the machine, pressed the rewind button and then turned on the TV. He then mashed the play button after muting the sound.
He watched in horror as three men with stocking covered faces sexually assaulted a woman. Harm restored the sound and recognized the voices as they taunted and threatened their victim. The violent scene was vividly captured from various angles as the cameraman moved around perversely directing the attackers.
The victim eventually stopped her hopeless fighting and succumbed to the inevitable with quiet sobs. Harm swallowed deeply as feelings of powerlessness rose from within.
Harm closed his eyes remembering Stogner's depraved chuckle..."You see part of the turn on is looking at the pictures later."
He opened his eyes when the tape progressed to another attack...one he recognized. His horrendous nightmare played before him... two men held him down in the hallway outside his apartment. "Oh god. . . it was real."
He quickly pressed the stop button and ejected the tape. With trembling hands he turned off the equipment and fled the premises with both tapes.
He drove aimlessly for miles until he reached a deserted stretch of road and parked at a bridge. With great effort he pulled himself out of the low-seated vehicle and walked to the edge of the bridge. Holding the tapes next to his chest, he stared numbly down at the dark churning waters.
***********
"Where did Harm go?" Mac asked with obvious alarm.
"We were talking, well I was talking about how this was over and that we had evidence to link Herndon, Stogner and Lott to the assaults when he got up and left." Bud explained looking as worried as Mac.
"Maybe he went home." Sturgis suggested uneasily.
"He needs to go to the hospital and have his arm cared for." Mac snapped.
"He seemed pretty out of it. I don't think he was thinking very logically." Bud replied.
"I'll answer any questions the police may have, but I want to go to Harm's place." Mac ordered. "Can you two finish up here and catch a ride?"
"No problem." Sturgis answered to Mac's back as she retreated to meet the police as they arrived.
"She's really worried." Bud noted.
"She'd walk through fire for him." Sturgis said with a sad smile.
After talking with the police, she got into the military issue car and cranked it up. She closed her eyes trying to will herself to visualize where he was, but all she could sense was darkness and coldness. "Oh please Harm, please go home." She whispered as she put the vehicle in gear and drove to DC.
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