Wissahickon.'
Hemmings, a trim man of thirty-five, just starting to bald, pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows.
'Amay said that he could use some help protecting the crime scene,' Shapiro said. 'I just gave Harry a recovered stolen vehicle.'
Hemmings nodded his understanding, then walked across the room to a row of file cabinets near Shapiro's desk. He pulled one drawer open, reached inside, and came out with his revolver and ankle holster. He knelt and strapped the holster to his right ankle. Then he went to Shapiro's desk, opened the center drawer, and took out a key to one of the Northwest Detectives unmarked cars, then left the squad room.
Shapiro, first noting with annoyance but not surprise that Harry the Farter was still fucking around with things on his desk and had not yet left, entered the Lieutenant's office, now occupied by the tour commander, Lieutenant Teddy Spanner.
'Amay called in an attempted criminal rape, kidnapping, et cetera,' Shapiro said. 'It looks as if our scumbag is at it again. I gave it to Hemmings.'
'Where?' Spanner asked.
'Forbidden Drive, by the bridge over the Wissahickon.'
'Who's next up on the Wheel?' Spanner said.
'Edgar and Amay,' Shapiro said.
'What's Harry Peel doing?' Lieutenant Spanner asked.
'I just sent him on a recovered stolen vehicle,' Shapiro said.
Spanner met Shapiro's eyes for a moment.
'Well, send Edgar if he's next up on the Wheel, over to help, and tell him to tell Amay to stay with it. Or, I will. I better go over there myself.'
'Yes, sir,' Mort Shapiro said, and walked back across the squad room to his desk, where he sat down and waited for the next job to come in.
Officer Bill Dohner used neither his siren nor his flashing lights on the trip to the Chestnut Hill Hospital Emergency Room. For one thing, it wasn't far, and there wasn't much traffic. More importantly, he thought that the girl was upset enough as it was without adding the scream of a siren and flashing lights to her trauma.
'You just stay where you are, miss,' Dohner said. 'I'll get somebody to help us.'
He got out of the car and walked quickly through the doors to the Emergency Room.
There was a middle-aged, comfortable-looking nurse standing by the nurse's station.
'I've got an assaulted woman outside,' he said. 'All she has on is a blanket.'
The nurse didn't even respond to him, but she immediately put down the clipboard she had been holding in her hands and walked quickly to a curtained cubicle, pushing the curtains aside and then pulling out a gurney. She started pushing it toward the doors. By the time she got there, she had a licensed practical nurse, an enormous red-haired woman, and a slight, almost delicate black man in a white physician's jacket at her heels.
'Any injuries that you saw?' the doctor asked Dohner, who shook his head. 'No.'
The LPN, moving with surprising speed for her bulk, was at the RPC before anyone else. She pulled the door open.
'Can you get out of there without any help, honey?' she asked.
Mary Elizabeth Flannery looked at her as if the woman had been speaking Turkish.
The LPN leaned into the car and half pulled Mary Elizabeth Flannery from it, and then gently put her on the gurney. She spread a white sheet over her, and then, with a little difficulty, pulled Dohner's blanket from under the sheet.
'You're going to be all right, now, dear,' the LPN said.
Dohner took the blanket. The doctor leaned over Mary Elizabeth Flannery as the LPN started pushing the gurney into the Emergency Room. Dohner folded the blanket and put it on the front passenger-side floorboard. Then he picked up the microphone.
'Fourteen Twenty-Three. I'm at Chestnut Hill Hospital with the victim.'
'Fourteen Twenty-Three, a detective will meet you there.'
'Fourteen Twenty-Three, okay,' Dohner said, and then walked into the Emergency Room.
None of the people who had taken Mary Elizabeth Flannery from his car were in sight, but he heard sounds and detected movement inside the white curtained cubicle from which the nurse had taken the gurney. Dohner sat down in a chrome and plastic chair to wait for the detective, or for the hospital people to finish with the victim.
The LPN came out first, rummaged quickly through a medical equipment cabinet, muttered under her breath when she couldn't find what she was looking for, then went back into the cubicle. The nurse then came out, went to the same cabinet, swore, and then reached for a telephone.
Then she spotted a ward boy.
'Go to supply and get a Johnson Rape Kit,' she ordered. 'Get a half dozen of them, if you can.'
She looked over at Dohner.
'She hasn't been injured,' she said. 'Cut, or anything like that.'
'I'd like to get her name and address,' Dohner said.
'That'll have to wait,' the nurse said.
A minute or two later, the ward boy came running down the waxed corridor with an armful of small packages. He went to the curtained cubicle, handed one of the packages to someone inside, then put the rest in the medical equipment cabinet.
Officer Dohner knew what the Johnson Rape Kit contained, and how it was used, and he felt a wave of mixed rage and compassion for Mary Elizabeth Flannery, who seemed to him to be a nice young woman, and was about to undergo an experience that would be almost as shocking and distasteful for her as what the scumbag had already done to her.
The Johnson Rape Kit contained a number of sterile vials and swabs. Blood would be drawn from Mary Elizabeth Flannery into several of the vials. Tests for venereal disease and pregnancy would be made. The swabs would be used to take cultures from her throat, vagina, and anus, to determine the presence of semen and alien saliva, urine or blood.
It would be uncomfortable for her, and humiliating, but it was necessary to successfully prosecute the sonofabitch who did this to her, presuming they could catch him.
The 'chain of evidence' would be carefully maintained. The assistant district attorney who prosecuted the case, presuming again that the police could catch the rapist, would have to be prepared to prove in court that the results of the probing of Mary Elizabeth Flannery's bodily orifices had been in police custody from the moment the doctor handed them to Dohner (or a detective, if one had shown up by the time the doctor was finished with his tests) until he offered them as evidence in a courtroom.
Detective Dick Hemmings arrived at the Chestnut Hill Hospital Emergency Room twenty minutes after Officer Bill Dohner had taken her there. He found Dohner sitting in a chair, filling out a Form 75-48, which is the initial Report of Investigation. It is a short form, providing only the bare bones of what has happened.
Dohner nodded at Hemmings, who sat down beside him and waited until he had finished. Dohner handed the 75-48 to him. In a neat hand, he had written:'Compl. states a W/M broke into her apt, forced her to perform Involuntary Deviate Sex. Intercourse, urinated on her, tied her up, forced her into a van, amp; left her off at Bell's Mill Road amp; Forbidden Dr.'
'Jesus,' Hemmings said. 'Where is she?'
'In there with the doctor,' Dohner said, nodding toward the white curtained cubicle.
'Hurt?'
'No.'
Dohner reached in his pocket and took out the cord he had cut from Mary Elizabeth Flannery's wrists. 'This is what he tied her up with.'
Hemmings saw that Bill Dohner had not untied the knot in the cord.
'Good job,' he said. 'Make sure the knot doesn't come untied. Give me a couple of minutes here to find out what we have, and then take the cord to Northwest and put it on a Property Receipt.'
