Bringing Jake Home
What really disturbed the two officers were her hands. They were swollen, bruised, and bloody. Standing next to the woman were two young girls who were miniature versions of the woman. The first assumption one would make was that they were her daughters.
An assumption that soon proved to be correct. Their physical appearance was as equally appalling as their mother's with the clothing and hair in disarray, bruised and bloody hands, and specks of blood on their blouses. Further, the toes of their shoes were scuffed as if they had been repeatedly kicking something or someone.
Sgt. Burns quickly crossed the room and determined that the 'it' was a small male child of yet undetermined age. His clothing was bloody as were his bruised face and arms. The boy was breathing very shallow breaths as if he had problems breathing.
With each attempt to suck air into his lungs he gave out a piteous groan. Looking at this misused and abused little boy the Sergeant exploded in anger: 'Madam, this is now an apparent crime scene and I am charging you with suspicion of felony assault and these two girls with suspicion of committing acts of juvenile delinquency.
' That having been said he read Ms. Sophia Hanson, her Miranda rights. Once that act was completed he turned to his partner and directed her to phone St. Joe's Emergency Room for an ambulance, the precinct for a paddy wagon to haul the girls to juvenile detention, and a search warrant.
Lastly he asked her to bring the polaroid camera back in along with a preliminary report form. As Cpl. Davis busied herself photographing the woman, girls, boy, and the crime scene, Sgt. Burns began to fill out the form, first carefully filling in the date and time .
. Saturday 24 June, 1972 - 10:00 pm. . .
The following Wednesday . . . The strident ringing of the phone finally broke into her mind.
Annoyed, she put down her book, rose, and punched the button to lift the arm of the phonograph which had been filling the air with the soft strains of Brahms, and moved to the end table to answer the pesky thing which had interrupted her peace and tranquility. In an annoyed tone she answered, 'Armstrong residence.
How are You?' 'I'm fine. What can I do for you?' 'If your not doing anything this evening can I buy you dinner? I desperately need your help and I'd rather not discuss it over the phone. ' Accordingly, several hours later, Rachel found herself seated across the table from Elizabeth ordering dinner.
They kept the talk in a light vein, catching up on each other's activities over the past year or so. Once the food was served and the waiter dismissed, Elizabeth laid out her problem: 'Last Saturday the police arrested a Ms. Sophia Hanson on suspicion of felony assault and her two daughters, on suspicion of committing acts of juvenile delinquency against the mother's 12 year old son.
This was not the first time the police had been called. Records indicate that the police made at least three visits in the last six months, but this was the first time that there was proof of the abuse. His bumps and bruises had always been explained away to the police and school nurse as being due to his clumsiness.
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