Horror
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TROY FOUND G AT THE dispatch desk where he was answering a call. He appeared shell-shocked.
They locked eyes.
G didn’t have to say a word; his countenance was enough to suggest all was not well.
He told G to go sort out his emergency.
‘It’s just another five hours ‘til end of the shift, in another three hours Toby from Team Three will be in. It’s been a quiet day ... Go.’
G didn’t change out of his uniform and was running out the door when Troy stopped him and asked for his side arm to be caged.
G shook his head at his uncharacteristic forgetfulness, turned in his side arm then practically hurdled out of HQ.
On his way to the Pet Hospital, he realised the veterinarian didn’t mention Queen—whether she was there at all.
He tried calling her, no answer. He turned on
