“Sir, who are you?” Detective Murphy asked the man. He stood at six feet one inch and he weighed two hundred two pounds. The twenty-nine-year-old detective had blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a gray polo shirt with denim jeans and a brown OPSO windbreaker.
“I am the owner. I heard on the police scanner there had been a robbery here,” the man replied.
“I think he will be okay,” the female EMT answered as she helped the employee into the back of the ambulance.
“Sir, do you have surveillance cameras in the store?” Detective Barker asked the store owner.
“Yes.”
“I need a copy of the footage from last night,” Detective Barker suggested.
“Yes, sir. Right away sir,” the store owner entered the store.
“I think this was done by the same person responsible for a string of robberies of convenient stores in the last couple of months,” Detective Barker remarked to his partner.
“We have a suspect?” Detective Murphy asked his partner.
“No.”
“Great,” Detective Murphy said to himself.

Detective Hector Garcia pulled his sedan onto the driveway for a two-story brick house belonging to the Smith’s, the home for Victoria Smith, Mandy Williams’ best friend. Thomas Smith rode his red riding lawn mower and he hadn’t noticed the sedan pulling into his driveway. Wendy and Victoria sat on the front porch sipping on lemonade. Victoria nudged her mother and pointed in the direction of Detective Garcia and his partner climbing out of the sedan. Wendy stood to her feet and stepped off the porch. She slowly walked up to the detectives, not sure what to expect with two detectives paying them a visit. By this time, Thomas had noticed the detectives and he turned off the lawn mower. He waited for a moment before he climbed off the mower and walked in their direction. What could two Monroe detectives want with them?
“Good afternoon, detectives. How can we help you?” Wendy asked the detectives. She stood at five feet six inches and she weighed one hundred thirty-seven pounds. The thirty-four-year-old legal secretary had shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. She wore a hot pink cotton blouse with yellow shorts and brown sandals.
“We would like to speak with your daughter if you don’t mind,” Detective Garcia replied.
“What’s it pertaining to?” Thomas walked up to the detectives. He stood at five feet eleven inches and he weighed one hundred seventy-seven pounds. The thirty-six-year-old real estate agent had clean cut blonde hair and hazel eyes. He wore a gray muscle shirt, denim jeans and blue running shoes. A white towel hung on the back of his neck. He used it to wipe the sweat from his face.
“Her friend, Mandy Williams, was brutally assaulted last night,” Detective Ryan Hamelin answered.
“Oh, my God, that poor girl. Will she be okay?” Wendy asked him.
“Too soon to tell,” Detective Hamelin replied.
“We will be present when you talk to Tori,” Thomas firmly suggested as he motioned for Victoria to join them.
“Of course, she’s a minor still,” Detective Garcia agreed.
“Yes, sir,” Victoria walked up to her father. She stood at five two inches and she weighed one hundred. The seventeen-year-old...