"I appreciate that. I'll be right there."

Andrew hangs up the phone. Sighs. Lights a cigarette. Stands up from his desk and goes outside, thankful that he has two cars, while simultaneously angry that Alec smashed one of them, probably to tiny pieces. Does it occur to him to be concerned about Alec's health? Not really. The police would have said if the boy was injured, after all.

Within ten minutes, he arrives at the station, parks, and heads inside, looking around expectantly.