Shayne knocked on the door frantically until someone answered; it was Mallet.
"Oh God…it's you. What the hell do you want? Marina's not here so go bother someone else." Mallet said, getting ready to shut the door in his face.
Shayne put his hand on the door and replied, "I didn't need to see Marina..I needed to talk to you."
Mallet scoffed, "About what? How pissed off you are about the charges? Well too bad, I'm doing my job, and no one will stop me from doing so."
"This isn't about the murder. Or maybe it is, I don't know." Shayne sighed, "Dinah called me, and I think something's wrong."
"Hmm. There always is when it comes to her."
Shayne held back a crude comment, "She called me this morning and left a message. It didn't sound like her."
"Look, Shayne, I don't really care what's going on with you and Dinah, ok?" Mallet rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee as he picked up the news paper.
"I wouldn't come to you if this wasn't important.."
"Oh you wouldn't?" Mallet rolled his eyes again.
"No, I wouldn't. Generally I don't go talk to assholes when I have a problem." Shayne said disgustedly.
Mallet stood up, "Ok, get out, now. Quite frankly I don't care about you or Dinah's drama anymore."
Shayne quickly pulled out his phone, "Wait. Please. I'm serious."
Shayne played the message for Mallet, whose facial expression went from angry to confused. "When did she send you this?"
"This morning." Shayne answered, "I was in the shower and didn't hear my phone ring."
Mallet nodded, "Come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"To the station.." He said, looking point blank at Shayne, "Something is wrong."