It was just past 6 p.m. I had no clue why Detective Sapino was still at the station. He looked sharp. Much different than his usual dis-shelved self. I know his wife likes him home by 5 so I wondered what kept him at the station on such a slow night. I wanted to ask him but said goodbye instead and left to go home.

In the morning, I was surprised to see the Detective when I walked in. He doesn’t usually show until half past 9. He looked completely different than the night before. In fact, he was an absolute mess. I greeted him Good Morning and asked how his night was. He said “just another night”. I nodded in agreement and we got to work.

The day was busy and went fast. Before I knew it, it was 6 p.m. Once again, Detective Sapino was still around. This time I heard him on the phone speaking to someone named Linda. He tried to keep his voice down but I could hear him consoling her.

I’m not the type to get into anyone’s business but I know Detective Sapino and his wife Lindsey have been married for 25 years. I was at their anniversary party last year. I strained to hear the conversation to make sure I heard Linda and not Lindsey.

I probably heard it wrong. I told the Detective I’d see him in the morning. I had a date myself that night and wasn’t too worried about Linda, or Lindsey, or whoever was on the phone.

My date was fantastic. A true first date in terms of awkward but enjoyable. He was nice enough to want to see him again. I didn’t stay late because Thursdays are usually busy so I wanted to get in early.

I showed up at half past seven. The Detective was there again. He didn’t look happy. I didn’t want to approach him. I said a quick hello and walked to my desk. He asked how my night was, I said fine and politely asked him. Once again, I got the response, “just another night.”

Strange. Before I could even think about it, the others showed up and we had paperwork to catch up on. Around 2 p.m, a girl shows up at the station. She is young. Pretty. But, she’s got a darkness about her. She looks awful. Eyeliner down on her face. I want to give her a hug. Being maybe a year or two older than her, I walked up to her and asked her how I could help. Tears fell down her cheeks. I felt her pain immediately. What happened to this young girl?

I took her in another room so we could have some privacy. She told me she was headed to a date last night when a police car pulled up to her and asked her to get inside. She said she didn’t think she did anything wrong but listened because it was the police after all.

I couldn’t listen to the next words. Why would she go into anyone’s car? Why didn’t she ask for Identification? Why?

She was raped in the car. I felt sick. This poor poor girl.

I asked for her name. Susie Wilkes. Her name sounded familiar. Wilkes. I knew a Wilkes. Samantha. Samantha and I were in school together, Susie was her baby sister. Clearly no longer a baby. And clearly no longer innocent.

I wasn’t sure what to do since she was filing a report against an officer. I took her statement and assured her I would do everything in my power to help.

I found Detective Sapino around 4 p.m. He was busy but nodded hello. I told him about Susie. He asked me for the report. As I handed it to him, he turned around and looked at the other guys. He laughed, said “just another last night Susie” and ripped up the report.

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Indian American. Mama. Wife. VP of Product. I write about personal growth, life lessons, parenting and love.

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