"Jackman, you're in X-ray thirty-one tonight," Sergeant Dawson said at roll call. "We're short-handed again, so you'll have to do guard duty in front of the Tate place on Johnson by yourself. Dumont, you'll be alone in Lincoln twenty-five. Think you can handle the sector by yourself, Lex?"
"I'm not sure I'll be able to stay awake if I'm riding alone, Sarge," Tim's partner said. "Isn't there someone else you can assign to partner with me? I'd even take another rookie."
"You mean somebody who knows how to use the computer, don't you Lex?" Mackey asked. He and his partner laughed.
"I'm assigning Loomis and his K-9 to East sector, too. I want him available quick if you or Jackman need backup, Lex," the sergeant continued.
"Maybe Loomis will let the dog ride with you, Lex," Mackey said. "You could let the mutt run the computer for you, he's smarter than you anyhow, old-timer."
While the rest of the officers in the roll call room roared with laughter, Lex flashed his middle finger at his tormenter.
"You think that asshole who's after that lady really has balls enough to try something with a cop sitting out front?" Jones asked.
"There were three cops sitting out front last night and he did," the sergeant snapped. "There was a unit outside the school today, too, and the asshole still did his thing there, too."
"Maybe you ought to assign me to that guard duty," Deke Burke, another patrolman, said. "You could let Jackman spend the night on the shooting range to improve his aim."
Tim felt his ears getting hot.
"Don't let him get to you, kid," Lex whispered.
"I wonder how good your aim would be if someone was shooting at you, Burke," Sergeant Dawson asked. "How many times you been shot at since you been on the job, Deke?"
Burke's face turned red and he looked down at the desk in front of him. "I get your point, sarge," he mumbled. "Sorry, Jackman, I was out of line."
"Apology accepted, Deke," Tim said.
"All of you, I want you sharp," Sergeant Dawson continued. "Anything at all comes in from the Heights, anything, I want you all to drop whatever you're doing and start drifting in that direction. You got that?"
Everyone said they did.
"OK," the sergeant said. "Let's go out and protect and serve the citizens of Jamestown."
An hour later, Tim was sitting in his cruiser in front of Heidi's house, trying hard to stay alert. Every once in a while, he drove around to check the alley and, once an hour, he got out of the car and checked the house and yard. He didn't see Heidi, but he didn't expect to. Sergeant Dawson said she'd been advised to stay inside, keep out of sight, and make sure her doors were locked.
About three a.m., Sergeant Dawson's cruiser pulled up next to Tim. "I'll keep an eye on things here," the sergeant said. "You go get yourself something to eat."
"Thanks, sarge," Tim said. "I'll be right back."
"Take your time," the sergeant told him. "Union contract says you get a half-hour break for dinner."
Heidi was in her house, feeling terribly frightened and lonely. She glanced out the window occasionally, and felt comforted by sight of the police car sitting next to the curb. There was only one officer in the car tonight, not two like there had been the night before, but she figured the police knew what they were doing.
Tim drove down to the convenience store, got himself a sandwich and bottle of iced tea, then he quickly ate the food he purchased. When his food was gone, he headed back toward Heidi's house. He decided to slide through into the alley before he returned to his post in front of the house.
He cruised slowly down the alley. Nothing looked any different than it had the last few times he'd been through. Then he jammed on the brakes. The car parked in front of a garage a few doors from Heidi's house wasn't there the last time he drove through here. It looked familiar. He backed up and turned on the cruiser's spotlight to illuminate the car's license plate. He punched the license number into the computer and waited for it to tell him who the car belonged to.
When the information appeared on the display, Tim's eyebrows raised. "Milton Bingham?" he thought. "Isn't that the guy we stopped out front a few weeks ago? Yeah, it is. He told us he was a friend of Heidi's and said he was sitting out in front of her house to protect her. But..." He picked up the radio mike. "X-ray thirty-one to Sam five," he said.
"Sam five," Sergeant Dawson replied.
"I'm in the alley behind the Tate house," Tim said. "There's a car here that wasn't here last time I cruised the alley. I ran the plate. It's the guy we stopped out front a couple of weeks ago."
"He around anywhere?" the sergeant asked.
"Negative," Tim replied. "Car looks empty."
