The two uniformed officers entered Exam Room 3.

"Ma'am, I'm Officer Yokas, this is Officer Boscorelli." She pointed at Maurice.

"You reported a rape?"

The woman turned to face her and nodded.

"What's your name?" Faith went on.

"Debbie Bellard."

"Miss Bellard, do you know who did this?"

She nodded again.

"My neighbour…Clark Winslow. He…he lives next door…," the woman told them and gave the officers her address.

"You wanna press charges?" Boscorelli wanted to know. He knew that sometimes when women reported rapes, they changed their minds.

"Yes, I of course wanna press charges! That man raped me!" Miss Bellard returned angry.

"Ma'am, we had to ask," Yokas tried to smooth the situation again.

"You need to come down to the station and sign your statement," Bosco informed her and turned to go.

"But take your time. We will pay this Mr Winslow a visit…," Faith added and left with her partner.


The alarm went off.

"Squad 55, Adam 55-3, residential fire at 1077 Amsterdam."

In less than two minutes, the squad was on its way to the assigned location. As usual, Billy Walsh was directing the fire engine through traffic, lights and siren informing the other participants to make way.

"Watch out!" Johnson yelled when the truck came from the left intersection, making no effort to yield to the fire engine.

Walsh hit the brakes as hard as he could, but it was too late – the truck hit the driver's side of the engine, causing it to spin around like a toy.

After the first shock settled, Johnson turned around to check on his crew.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Doherty sighed and got up from the floor again.
DK and Lombardo confirmed too, so the Lieutenant turned around to the truck's chauffeur.

"Are you okay, Billy?"

"I'm fine…"

"Doherty, DK, check on the driver!" Johnson commanded and reached for the radio.

"Squad 55 to Central, we've been involved in an MVA, we need a bus on the rush."

"55, are you able to continue your assignment?" a female voice asked.

He looked at the rig.

"Negative, Central."


"Mom, can I go outside and play with Timmy?" twelve-year old Kevin Brady asked his mother. Irene Brady was sitting at the couch table, sorting through bills and papers.

"You know the rules, Kev…," she said and looked at her oldest son.

"Your homework is done?"

He lowered his head.

"No," he admitted quietly.

Irene shrugged her shoulders.

"Then there's something for you to do," she said and returned her attention to the cheque she was writing.

A half hour later, homework was done and so were the bills.

"Can I go now?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, but take Marty with you." Marty was Kevin's younger brother. Irene knew that the four years older Kevin didn't like to play with Marty in front of his friends, although anywhere else they were inseparable.

"Do I have to?" Kevin moaned.

"Yes, you do. And now go…dinner's at six."


55-Charlie was out on the streets again, patrolling, when a little skinny guy waved them over. From the looks of it, he had been worked over pretty good. His left eye had a huge mouse under it, his lip was split open and his face was red, with a couple of knots on his head as well.

Sully pulled the squad car over and he and Davis got out.

"What happened to you, Sir?" Davis asked.

"I've been beat up," the man mumbled through clenched jaws.

"I'll say you have…," Sully stated. "Who beat you up?"

"This woman in the Laundromat," the man confessed in obvious pain and embarrassment.

"A woman? A woman did that to you?" Sully wondered, trying to imagine that fight.

"Get in, Sir. We'll get you to the hospital. But first we'll have a stop at that Laundromat, okay?"

The man nodded slightly and climbed into the back of the RMP.
When they reached the Laundromat in question, they could see several women through the storefront window, doing their laundry.

"Sir, which one was it that beat you up?" Davis wanted to know.

"I don't know," he muttered. "I didn't see her face."

Sully turned around to face the man.

"Let me get this straight: A woman in there beat you up and you don't know which one did it?"

The man was getting defensive.
"I told you. I didn't see her face!"

Sully sighed.

"Alright then. You and Officer Davis wait here while I go in and find out what happened."