Who Am I? Part 24

Lewis P.O.V.
The whole station suddenly became a hive of activity, everyone was rushing around some on phones others running out to the cars.
"What's going on?" I asked as a couple ran in opposing directions in front of me. Both ignored me.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" I demanded but instead of an answer the buzz of energy just increased drowning me out. I searched the swathe of faces trying to find a hint of anything, something, yet not knowing what exactly I was looking for, I was completely at sea. I caught a glimpse of Eddie emerging from the Chief Constable's office and beckoned him over.
"What. Is. Going. On?" I asked through gritted teeth 'trying' to keep calm.
"They're going in" he replied simply
"Going in? They've found her? Can we go? When are they going? How long-" I was cut off by Eddie holding up his hand.
"They. Are going in" he stressed the word they as he repeated what he said "We are staying here" I opened my mouth to start arguing but he glared at me more intensely so I willed myself to keep quiet.
"We. Are staying here. They are going in. Stay patient they will get her home" I rolled my eyes and sat down heavily my face in my hands. So close but yet so far.
"Are you going?" I asked calmly and carefully
"Yes" he answered shortly, he sighed then sat beside me "Look I'm going since her father is and I'm pretty sure he'll be the last person she wants to see considering what's happened"
"Yeah, yeah I get it" I replied unable to hide the hint of irritation in my voice.
"It won't be long" He sympathised patting me on my back and standing up again, leaving me with my thoughts in the quieting station as the police men and women either disappeared to the cars or sat back at their computers to work.
After a while I checked my watch, they'd been gone two minutes. The second hand was annoying me; it was going too slowly. I got up stiffly, wandering over to the wall covered in key information regarding Delilah's disappearance, I glanced over my shoulders as I neared it just to see if anyone was watching me. No one was. I quickly scanned in the information until I found an address, three of them. I grabbed a pen and scruffily wrote all three on the back of my hand as quickly as I could, some hospitals not too far away. I checked that the keys to the car were still in my back pocket before I headed outside. Once outside I broke into a jog opening the car impatiently and driving off in a wake of tyre squeal and smoke.
'Clearly the Eddie school of driving has rubbed off on me' I thought as I wove through the heavy traffic, using the horn almost constantly. Time was of the essence and I'm sure it was against me, I quickly chose the first address to go to and floored the accelerator once more heading onto the motorway.

Delilah P.O.V.
I had sank to the floor, my back pressed painfully against the glass door as I pushed myself further into it to get away from his dead form on the floor. I'd stopped screaming for help, my sobs took control over my voice and no one was coming. My breathing was still shallow trying to control the onslaught of more sobs and trying to fight off a panic attack that was threatening to strike. The skin on both of my little fingers' knuckles had cracked and split through hammering on the door hoping that someone, anyone, would hear me, but I had given up.
My eyes were now transfixed on his form lit dimly in the blood red emergency light. Tears creating new paths down my cheeks constantly.
"Please, whatever I have done to deserve THIS I am sorry" I barely whispered to no one, wracking my brain for an answer why. Nothing came to me. I could hardly hear myself think over the siren which was still blaring out, I had somehow forgotten it was there.
When will someone find me? Will they be able to get in? My EYE opened the lock for gods sake no one else has my eyes but me, I'm sure.
I was shaking, shock, fear and cold were hitting me all at once. I pulled at my wrist restraints frantically, fuck not panicking. I tried everything. Biting them. Clawing at them. Even kicking them. But instead all that happened was the binds cut into my skin more. The tears quickened and flowed heavier and hotter than before, clinging to my eyelashes. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them the smell of death becoming more pungent every second. This is Hell on Earth.