Drabble - Hairdryer

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He told himself that he wouldn't really do it. That this was Bodie's bag, not his. But that's kind of the point. He's doing this for Bodie, to find Bodie, and in this situation, is there anything he wouldn't actually do?

"Where is he?" he asks again.

Cahill's gaze flicks between Doyle's face and the hairdryer poised less than an inch above the water. Sweat sheens on his top lip, from fear or heat from the bath, Doyle doesn't know which, or care. He just wants to know. And he knows that he will do anything - anything - to find out.