Daysha heard about Derevko suddenly being found, there was relief, confusion and worry. Perhaps it was a motherly thing or that of a police comrade. Either way, as soon as the detective found out she drove to the hospital. At least at present time she wasn’t out on a case for the moment. But the call could come in any time. There was that little part of her that felt a bit of guilt. The last time she saw him was the night they wandered into the park looking for people. It was fucked up on many accounts. Daysha'd practically sped there before the fucking press could get a hold of him. Hopefully that room had some sort of lock on the door or a fucking guard, if not she was calling one. Like he needed that shit after missing for so long.
Derevko may have been a jackass at times but still she respected him, no matter how much shit she gave him. When she got into the lobby she asked reception for his room after flashing her badge. Grabbing an elevator, she made her way up to the floor he was on. Daysha hated elevators. It may have been an unnatural hatred, but after she’d seen many suddenly ‘fall’ down a shaft or ‘accidents’ it was to be expected. Those were usually nasty cases, sometimes the victims were squished beneath the elevator car. Shuttering after getting off on that floor, she stepped out and checked the directional signs for the room number.