Grace Miles and Hank Matthews sat on their small white yacht in a small port in New York City. They were celebrating their one year anniversary by having a picnic and going sailing. It was a quiet Saturday evening and they had just come back from their sailing trip. Hank had become quite intoxicated, which required Grace to direct him off the boat. He had brought on the boat three bottles of champagne and drank two of them by himself, much to Grace's dismay.
Grace held onto Hank's arm as she directed him through the parking lot near the port. In the meantime, Hank was singing Elvis tunes badly and was still trying to drink the last bottle of champagne with his free hand. Grace had almost got Hank to the car when he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hey, what's that?"He slurred. He staggered over to small area of trees which led to a nearby park. Grace sprinted up to him and pulled his arm.
"Hank, let's go," she pleaded, "I don't like this area at night. I'm scared."
Hank laughed and pushed her off. He walked past the first set of trees and turned to Grace.
"Come on, baby! This will be fun! I-I swear like no other, ha!" he exclaimed. Grace glanced around the area nervously. She knew this was a bad area to be at night. In this area alone, there had been seven murders and ten rape cases in this area alone in the past month. She remembered cringing when she heard about the three girls from a sorority, who had all been raped and murdered in this park. She knew she had to leave, but knew she could not go alone. The police had issued a warning the previous day about being cautious when going out at night in this area, especially if you were a female and going alone.
"Hank, seriously! Take me home, now!" Grace exclaimed. She watched her drunken boyfriend saunter down the hill while singing. He walked a few feet and did a little dance and turned around to face Grace.
"Baby, are you afraid someone is going to get you?" Hank laughed. He jogged over to Grace and grabbed her hand. He pulled her into an embrace and tried to kiss her, but was met by serious resistance. Grace pushed him off and screamed, "God, you are so wasted! Take me home! NOW!"
Hank stopped and grunted, "Fine. I'm sorry." He frowned when he saw Grace staring past him. She walked past him and continued down the hill. Hank rolled his eyes and caught up to her.
"You say you want to leave and when I finally agree to it, you want to stay?" Hank asked. Grace didn't respond as she continued down the hill. At the bottom of the hill, the wooded area turned into a small empty field with a small playground about a half a mile from the bottom of the hill. Grace walked into the open field and stopped. Hank caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
"What's with you?" he exclaimed. Grace pointed over to the playground. Near a small slide was an empty police vehicle. Both doors were left wide open.
"How many police cars do you see left alone like that?" Grace asked. She slowly walked towards the car. Hank laughed and exclaimed, "You thinking what I'm thinking? Let's joyride this thing!"
"No, you idiot. Something is wrong."
After a few minutes, Hank and Grace finally approached the car. Grace slowly crept around the left door and glanced inside. The driver's seat was covered in blood and glass. On the floor on the passenger side was a women's left shoe covered in blood and glass. Grace covered her mouth and looked up at Hank, who was still staring inside the car. Grace took a step back and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed 911 and told the operator about the police car. Within five minutes, three police cars and an ambulance pulled up to where Grace and Hank stood.
A detective exited his car and approached Grace and Hank. He pulled out a flashlight and shone a light over the front of the vehicle. He stood still for a minute while another detective approached him. The second detective looked at Grace and Hank and said, "Hi, this is Detective Tutuola and I'm Detective Munch. What time did-"
Finn cut him off and said, "Munch, call the captain."
"Why?"
"I'm pretty sure this is the car Olivia and Elliot left the station in four hours ago."
