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‘Sorry,’ Tim said, ‘I wasn’t talking to you. You got what I wanted?’ ‘You want the duty detectives, lab, and an ambulance at your location,’ the dispatcher said, repeating Tim’s instructions. ‘And you want the sheriff to meet you at the hospital, right?’ ‘You got it,’ Tim said. ‘And do it all land-line. I don’t want this over the air.’ ‘Got it, Lieutenant,’ the dispatcher said. ‘Eileen,’ Tim said after he put the phone down, ‘the officer who raped you, was his name Rod Billingham?’ The woman sniffled and nodded. ‘I…I think that was it,’ she sobbed. ‘Isn’t he the one whose wife works for the sheriff?’ Heidi asked. ‘Yeah,’ Tim said. ‘That’s him. Jesus! I don’t believe this.’ He hadn’t told his wife that earlier in the day they’d learned that Rod was cheating on his wife. He shook his head. What would make a cop do something like this? The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. Heidi went with her friend and Tim stayed behind to make sure the scene was secure until the duty detectives.

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