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“Oakhurst Police Station, how can I help you?” Melissa answered the phone. “Hello, is anyone there?” Hello. Hello.” She pressed the phone to her ear as she strained to hear anything that would suggest there was someone on the other end of the call.
“Why are you so f*****g nosy?”
Melissa flinched, and quickly pulled the phone away from her ear, though not before she heard the unmistakeable sound of a fist striking flesh.
“Sergeant, I think you should hear this,” she called down the passage after covering the mouthpiece of the phone. While she waited for Mitchell, she listened with growing horror to the sound of someone being violently assaulted.
“What is it?” Mitchell asked upon reaching the counter.
Melissa answered the question by putting the call on speaker. “I want to be wrong,
