Forbidden Drive at Bell's Mill Road. Police by radio.'
Flashing lights and sirens on all the cars that had previously been headed toward Bell's Mill Road went on, and feet pressed more heavily on accelerator pedals: flashing lights and sirens went on in cars driven by Bill Dohner's Sergeant (14A); Bill Dohner's Lieutenant (14DC); two of Dohner's peers, patrolling elsewhere in the Fourteenth District (1421 and 1415); on Highway Twenty-Six, D-Dan 209, and others.
Bill Dohner took a well-worn but very sharp penknife from his pocket and cut the white lamp cord binding Mary Elizabeth Flannery's hands behind her. He did not attempt to untie the lamp cord. Sometimes a knot could be used as evidence; the critters who did things like this sometimes used unusual knots. He dropped the cord in his trousers pocket, and gently led Mary Elizabeth Flannery to his car.
'Can you tell me what he looked like?' Bill Dohner asked. 'The man who did this to you?'
'He came in the apartment, and I didn't hear him, and he had a knife.'
'Was he a white man?' Dohner opened the rear door of the car.
'I don't know… Yes, he was white. He had a mask.'
'What kind of a mask?'
'A kid's mask, like the Lone Ranger.'
'And was he a big man, a little man, or what?' Dohner felt Mary Elizabeth Flannery's back stiffen under his hand. 'What's the matter?' he asked, very gently.
'I don't want to get in the back,' she said.
'Well, then, I'll put you in the front,' he said. 'Miss, what did this man do to you?'
'Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph,' Mary Elizabeth Flannery said, sucking in her breath, and then sobbing.
'Did he do anything to you?'
'Oh, Jesus!' she wailed.
'I have to ask, miss, what did he do to you?'
'He made me-heurinated on me!'
'Is that all?' Dohner asked softly.
'Oh, Jesus,' Mary Elizabeth Flannery wailed. 'He made me… he put his thing in my mouth. He had a knife-'
'What kind of a knife?'
'Aknife,' she said. 'A butcher knife.'
'What's your name, miss? Can you tell me that, please?'
He installed her in the front seat of the car, then ran around and got in beside her. She did not look at him as he did.
'What's your name, miss?' Dohner asked again.
'Flannery,' she said. 'Mary Flannery.'
'If we're going to catch this man, you're going to have to tell me what he looks like,' Bill Dohner said. 'What kind of clothes was he wearing? Can you tell me that?'
'He wasnaked.'
'He brought you here from your apartment, right?' Dohner asked, and she nodded.
'How did he bring you here?'
'In a van.'
'Was he naked then?'
'Oh, Jesus!'
'Do you remember what kind of a van? Was it dark or light?'
She shook her head from side to side.
'Was it new or old?'
She kept shaking her head.
'Was it like a station wagon, with windows, or was it closed in the back?'
'Closed.'
'And was he a small man?' There was no response. 'A large man? Did you see the color of his hair? Did he have a beard, or scars or anything like that?'
'He was big,' Mary Elizabeth Flannery said. 'And he washairy.'
'You mean he had long hair, or there was a lot of hair on his body?'
'On his body,' she said. 'What's going to happen to me?'
'We're going to take care of you,' Dohner said. 'Everything's going to be all right now. But I need you to tell me what this man looked like, what he was wearing, so we can lock him up. Can you tell what he wore when he brought you over here?'
'Overalls,' she said. 'Coveralls. You know?'
'Do you remember what color they were?'
'Black,' she said. 'They were black. I saw him put them on…'
'And what color was the van?'
'I didn't see. Maybe gray.'
'And when he left you here, which way did he go? Did he go back out to Bell's Mill Road, or the other way?'
'Bell's Mill Road.'
'And which way did he turn when he got there?'
'Right,' she said, with certainty.
Dohner reached for the microphone.
'Fourteen Twenty-Three,' he said.
'Fourteen Twenty-Three,' Police Radio replied.
'Fourteen Twenty-Three,' Dohner said. 'Resume the Assist.'
'Resume the Assist' was pure police cant, verbal shorthand for 'Those police officers who are rushing to this location with their sirens screaming and their warning lights flashing to assist me in dealing with the naked lady may now resume their normal duties. I have things in hand here, am in no danger, and expect my supervisor, a wagon, and probably a District detective to appear here momentarily.'
As police cars slowed, and sirens and flashing lights died all over the Northwest, Dohner went on: 'We have a sexual assault, kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon. Be on the lookout for a white male in a gray van, make unknown. He's wearing black coveralls and may be in possession of a black mask and a butcher knife. Last seen heading east on Bell's Mill Road toward Germantown.'
As he put the microphone down, a police car turned onto Forbidden Drive, lights flashing, siren screaming. It skidded to a stop beside Bill Dohner's car, and two Highway Patrolmen jumped out of it.
Joe Bullock's voice came over the radio: 'Flash information on a kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon and rape on Forbidden Drive. Be on the lookout for a white male in black coveralls driving a gray van. Suspect fled east on Bell's Mill Road toward Germantown. May be in possession of a large knife. May have a black mask.'
'Mary,' Bill Dohner said, kindly. 'I'm going to speak to these officers for a moment and tell them what's happened, and then I'm going to take you to the hospital.'
As Dohner opened the door, two more police cars, one of them another Fourteenth District RPC and the other an unmarked Northwest Detectives car, came onto Forbidden Drive, one from Bell's Mill Road, and the other from Northwestern Avenue, which is the boundary between Philadelphia and Montgomery counties.
When Bill Dohner got back into the car beside Mary Elizabeth Flannery, she was shaking under the blanket, despite the heat.
He picked up the microphone: 'Fourteen Twenty-Three, I'm en route with the victim to Chestnut Hill Hospital.'
As he started to drive off. Bill Dohner looked at Mary Elizabeth Flannery again and said, 'Shit,' under his breath. She was probably going into shock. Shock can be fatal.
'You all right, Mary?'
'Why did he do that to me?' Mary Elizabeth Flannery asked, wonderingly, plaintively.
