Maurice Boscorelli was directing the white and blue squad car to the address the woman in the hospital had given them. They wanted to have a chat with the alleged rapist. Yokas could still not get rid of the feeling that there was something wrong. She hadn't told her partner yet, because that feeling was nothing more than a hunch and she herself wasn't really sure. She couldn't put her finger on what stroke her as odd. It just did.
They arrived at the apartment building and went inside. There was no elevator, so the two officers had to take the stairs. Thankfully, the apartment of Mr Winslow was only on the second floor. Bosco knocked hard on the wooden apartment door. It took some moments until a handsome young man opened up.
"Mr Winslow?" Boscorelli asked to make sure.
"Yes. How can I help you?"
"May we come in? We wouldn't want to discuss this in public…," Yokas offered.
The man stepped aside and let them into his tidy apartment.
"Can I get you anything?" the man asked friendly.
Both officers denied.
"Mr Winslow, we were sent here by your neighbour, Debbie Bellard. She reported that you raped her…"
Sullivan and Davis came in with yet another collar. The man had tried to rob Sully in a convenient store and that had not improved Sully's mood at all.
""Another one for the "Einstein of the Day" Award," Davis said when they approached the front desk.
"What's the charge?" Swersky wanted to know.
"You mean besides stupidity in public?" Sully returned sarcastically and turned to the perpetrator.
"Why don't you tell our Lieutenant what you wanted to do?" he suggested.
The man was embarrassed and obeyed.
"I tried to rob that officer…," he admitted.
Swersky looked at him, then at Davis and Sully.
"You really have an invisible sign somewhere today," he laughed.
"Stupid thugs, try here."
Davis joined the laughing while he was taking the suspect upstairs to put him in a holding cell while his partner took care of the paperwork.
"Oh, and Sully…someone's waiting for you over there," Lieutenant Swersky pointed out.
Sullivan turned around. His face went soft and he even manages a smile when he saw who was waiting for him.
"Abby!" She approached him and they hugged. When they parted again, the police officer held her by the shoulders and looked at her. Her hair was different and she had lost weight.
"You look good!" he complimented her.
"Thanks," she smiled.
Abigail Sinclair and John Sullivan had met months ago on the subway, performing CPR on a man with a heart attack. They had become more than friends. Then, Abigail had been a victim of a serial rapist and after that, Sully had helped her get out of town and into therapy.
"I want you to meet someone else," Abby said enigmatically and led Sullivan back to the bench where she had been waiting. There was a pram next to it, which Sully only noticed now. Abby reached inside and got out a baby.
"I want you to meet John Sinclair…," she introduced the boy to him.
"He's my son…"
