Violent Crimes Book Report

It’s about 11:30 and Detective Tyler Moore is grabbing a cup of coffee as the elevator dings. He turns around, about to head back to his desk, expecting a wandering drunk or new victim, instead drops his coffee at the horrifying scene that had dropped out of the elevator and was now lying motionless and bleeding all over the hallway floor and wall.
Snapping himself out of a thunderstruck state, he rushes over, adrenaline pumping, to the mud caked, figure barely covered with an even dirtier sheet.
“George! Get out here,” Tyler calls as he scrambles to get his wrinkled and worn work shirt off in an attempt to control the figure’s bleeding from the head, “and Jack... call EMS!”
From around the corner, Lieutenant George Michaels appears, except
As he waits he begins to think back to the past seven years of his time in the Sex and Child Crimes Special Task Force Unit.
He had worked for the Cleveland Police Department for a total of twelve years, coming up in a few weeks. Seven years ago having just made detective not even a year, when this special task force was created, in an attempt to help reduce violence in the Cleveland area and help reduce the Violent Crimes Unit’s infinite case backup. He was one of the highest scores in the history of the Cleveland Police Department on the detective’s test, so he got one of the first picks among detectives for which task force unit he wanted to join: Homicide, Drugs, or Sex and Child Crimes.
The task force units don’t work out of police headquarter. Instead, each unit was stationed in an office building that had some twenty-four hour access to at least the units office. The Sex and Child Crimes Unit is located on the top, third floor and only two blocks from University Hospital, with which a partnership has been formed for the treatment of victims and rape kit
I need to get back to the hospital, and check something out. Thanks Maira!” exclaims Tyler as he runs up into the alley and out of sight towards the hospital.
Sitting in Jane Doe’s room, Tyler sits at the edge of his chair and just watches the woman in the hospital bed, with wires coming out from every angle, lay there, hoping that it was her.
This woman was definitely smaller than Grace, Tyler’s old partner who went missing five years ago, though and this woman’s hair was beginning to turn grey. Grace was only 33 and this woman looked to be forties, maybe even fifties. Also this woman had a small flower tattoo on her shoulder and Grace hated needles therefore would have never had gotten a tattoo.
He can feel his eyelids getting heavier and he’s fighting the urge to sleep, but he is so overtired, but what if she wakes up? Slipping off, he thinks back, five years ago when Grace had disappeared.
It had been July and it was a hot one. Tyler and Grace had been sitting in their unmarked, official vehicle surveilling a party at a known brothel, waiting for one of the most renowned sex traffickers to make a guest appearance, as this was a high class party. They sat there quietly watching and sipping there, now cold, coffee and keeping watch for when this man would show up. Around ten that night, they called in for back-up and made one of the largest busts in the almost three years that the task force had been running. It was a great