"Final justice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Griffin W. E. B.)

"3514."

"3514," Stone replied.

"3514, take 600 Independence Street, second-floor apartment, right. Meet the complainant, report of a 5292. Use caution-the complainant is on the scene and states it is a possible homicide."

"3514, I have it," Stone said, and flipped on the light bar on the roof and the siren as he turned left onto Water Street.

"35A-Andy," Police Radio called next, to alert the supervisor-a sergeant-in the area.

"35A, I copied. I'm en route," Sergeant John J. Haley responded. He was three blocks away from Cheryl Williamson's apartment. This meant Haley had heard the initial call to 3514, and there was no need for the Police Radio operator to repeat the information.

Without really thinking about it, Sergeant Haley oriented himself with regard to where he was-at Franklin Street and Sixty-fifth Avenue North-and where he was going, took a quick look, made a U-turn, and stepped hard on the accelerator. He used neither the light bar nor the siren. They wouldn't be necessary.

When he got out of his car at the curb in front of 600 Independence and started inside, a white, middle-aged woman was standing on the walkway just off the porch.

"Up there," she said, gesturing inside. "Second floor, on the right."

Haley took the porch stairs, and then the interior stairs, two at a time.

The door to Cheryl Williamson's apartment was ajar.

There was a white, late twenties male sitting on a couch, his head bent.

"Police," Sergeant Haley said.

"In there," the man on the couch said, gesturing toward an interior door.

"What's happened here?"

"Some fucking perverted cocksucker killed my sister, that's what happened here."

Sergeant Haley went into Cheryl's bedroom, stayed only long enough to determine that the naked female in the bed was dead-he had seen enough bodies to make that determination with certainty; he didn't feel for a pulse-and then stepped backward into the corridor and then went into the living room.

Looking at the guy who said he was the brother, Sergeant Haley squeezed the transmit switch on his lapel microphone.