"David Tennant. That's right. That is the actor's name." Mo was proud she remembered. "This young man looked just like him."
"The Doctor Who actor?" asked Gerta. "Wasn't he also in a show where he was investigating a missing child?"
"Yes, Broadchurch or something like that. It had the actress in it that also played Dr. Who. Jodie Whittaker. The only Dr. Who to have decent teeth." She marveled at her wit.
Greta snorted. "You would think we had nothing better to do than watch British television. Have they found him?
"The child? Yes. He was injured, but should recover and be fine. Fell down an old set of stairs at an abandoned ranch.
"I see. I meant the inspector, however."
"He found the kid, so I guess he's a hero. The kid just needs to listen to his parents better. No need to pin a medal on some Limey for that. He broke his leg and has some scrapes. The nurses are all fawning over him up at Mercy."
"With those teeth?"
They both snorted and rocked with laughter. Some people just don't understand why people from the UK have bad teeth. Including people from the UK.
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Rhett looked at the nurse fussing over his leg. She was a bit tough looking, but quite attractive. His opinion of Eastern Europe had changed dramatically since being brought on board for this case. The people here were very friendly and modern. The large, muscular, machine gun wielding Slavic female he was always led to believe lived here didn't exist. At least so far in his travels. He wouldn't mind if his nurse wanted to give him some roughing up later, however.
He was not sure what had happened to him. His doctor was happy to chalk up his wild tale to hallucinations after falling down the stairs and hitting his head. He was pretty sure that if he wanted to stay on the case, he would need to agree. They didn't want a raving lunatic consulting. It looked bad.
But he had seen it. There was no doubt in his mind.
Rhett was a profiler from London. The best profiler in Europe. He had a knack for getting into the mind of the psychopaths he hunted. He was very well known. He was convinced he could solve this case,
But he had never hunted something unhuman before.
How he ended up in this small Eastern European town had a lot to do with the woman who just walked into the room. Inspector Kaprik. He was hoping she would have given the nurses a chance to finish his dressing changes today. His back was healing but still needed care. The nurse attending it was quite attractive as well.
Inspector Kaprik had been given different redeeming qualities than looks. A brilliant mind was one. For this case she needed help, however. She brought in her comrade from the U.K. They had gone to the same university and worked many cases together.
"Does it really take two pretty nurses to change your dressings every day?" She asked.
"It takes three, but you cut the budget, you unfeeling man hater."
"Whoa! That biting sarcasm is back. We need to get you discharged soon."
"Very funny. What did you find in the archives?"
"Nothing. The ranch has been abandoned for years. The owners simply disappeared. That's not unusual given this country's recent history."
"No pictures of the owners?"
"Sorry pal. Your mystery babe stays a mystery. Are you still trying to argue she exists?"
"I sensed something in her. Something to do with the creature."