036 3rd Person Covek decides to go to airport. 1040

The man stops the car and peers down another side street that he passes, searching for any sign of movement of the lady, but the street is void of human activity. That's the tenth street he's checked in as many minutes and still no sign of her.

He knows that he can't give up. He can't let her get away. She's seen too much. She could put him in prison for the rest of his life, and he knows only too well what would happen to him in there. Cops don't survive long inside. No criminal is hated more by the general prison population than police, even pedeophiles are treated better than incarcerated officers.

The pain coming from the wound in his leg is immense. It makes it hard for him to think, hard for him to formulate a plan. He concentrates on his son Andrew, kidnapped and held against his will. Why did they have to take him? He has nothing to do with any of this. He probably doesn't even know the real reason why he's being held. If he's hurt, if one hair on his head is out of place, I'll kill them all. The man vows to himself. I have to find the woman before she gets to police. That's imperative. Take a moment, calm yourself, think, don't misstep.

The man takes three deep breaths, clearing his mind. The throbbing pain in his leg intensifies, inducing nausea. A sudden rush of sickness spreads throughout him and his head starts to spin. He pushes the car door open and vomits on the road. 

He stays like this, keeled over, half in, half out of the car, until he's emptied the entire contents of his stomach. He spits out the acidic residue then closes the door, leans back, closes his eyes and waits until the nausea subsides. 

When it does he reaches into the back seat and grabs the pack of medical supplies (MAKE SURE HE BROUGHT IT WITH THEM EARLIER). He finds the bottle of liquid Benzocaine and a fresh hypodermic needle. He fills the needle with the anaesthetic then cumbersomely pulls his trousers down enough exposing the blood soaked bandage. He grits his teeth as he injects himself. The sting of the needle passing into his flesh feels like a knife slicing him open. He empties the liquid contents into his thigh then removes the needle, discarding it out the open car window. He keeps his jaw clenched until the anaesthetic kicks in. As the chemical takes hold the pain recedes to a place where he can actually think. 

Where the hell would that woman go? She wouldn't go back to her apartment. She'd probably try to get a police station. The man Googles the nearest precinct. There is one less than two miles away, he decides to drive there.     

He releases the hand brake but mistimes the clutch and the car pounces forward then stalls. In doing so a few of the scattered Christmas presents on the back seat slide forward and hit the floor. One in particular, a plastic spaceship, plays some high pitched intergalactic sounds.

The man is about to start the car again when something dawns on him. He reaches back and collects the toy from the floor. He stares at it a moment then takes the woman's cell phone from his pocket, types in her code (MAKE SURE SHE GAVE IT TO HIM BEFORE) and opens the last text from her daughter. It reads: MAKE THIS THE SAME TEXT AS PREVIOUS. 

He checks the time stamp of the message. It was sent X minutes ago. The man suddenly realises: She's not going to a precinct, she's going to the airport. She'll collect her daughter then go to the police there.

The man writes a text to Lucy from Susan's phone that reads: Honey, so sorry I didn't see your text until now. Have you landed yet?

He sits patiently, waiting for the girl to reply. It doesn't take long. A minute later Lucy sends a message back that reads: Yes! We've landed. We're just taxiing to the gate now.

The man texts back: That's great news! So very pleased you're here! 

He then writes another text: Honey, I'm really sorry, but there's been a mix up at work with the shifts and my boss insists that I do the breakfast shift. I'm at work now and can't get away. But good news, I’m sending my friend to get you. 

A reply text comes back almost immediately: Who?

The man texts to Lucy: His name is Covek, he's a great friend of mine. I’ve lent him my car. Here’s a photo so you can recognize him.

Covek takes a selfie of himself then sends it to Lucy. A moment later Lucy texts back: He looks weird. 

Covek smiles to himself as he messages her: He's a lovely guy. You can trust him. He'll pick you up at the airport and bring you to me. 

Lucy texts back: You promised you'd be here to pick me up. 

Covek replies: I know, I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I could do. This time of the year things get really busy at the restaurant. I promise I'll make it up to you. 

Covek takes a photo of the toy spaceship and sends it to her with a message that reads: For being such a good girl, you can even have one of your Christmas presents early. 

Lucy texts back almost immediately: You got it! You actually got it! Amazing! Thank you mom!

Covek replies: You're more than welcome. Now be a good girl and wait at the airport for Covek. 

Lucy texts back: Will do! Can't wait to see you! Love you Mom!

Covek texts back: Love you too! He then drops the car into gear and pulls out fast toward the airport.