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So, she was a whore at some level. Wasn’t everybody? She watched Evans flick his cigarette into the street.
     
    “Thought you were giving it up?” Janice said, adding insult to injury. “Can’t expect me to be kissing you with your mouth tasting and smelling like an ashtray!” She was so bad. Tease. Flirt. Repeat.
                 
    Evans turned to his partner. Janice had embarrassed him. “This is Officer Rogers,” he interjected, changing the subject. “He’s new to the force. Janice Porter from the Courier .”
                 
    Janice shook his hand. Hard. She liked making strong first impressions. “Pleasure.”
                 
    “Nice hand shake.”
                 
    She looked through the windows of the Emergency Room. “So, what’s going on here? Where’s my story of a lifetime? ”
                 
    Evans put his hands in his front pockets. Why did men always do that when they got nervous? “Old Hammerhead just arrived. He’s inside questioning the guy that brought the girl in. That’s about it so far.”
                 
    Janice pulled out her steno pad and started jotting down notes. “What’s his name? You know him?” She looked up at Evans. He was attractive. Buzz cut. Blue eyes. Crooked front teeth that overlapped.
                 
    “Madden. George Madden.”
                 
    “M-a-d-d-e-n?” She spelled it back to him. She would never misspell another name as long as she lived. She also always remembered to cross her “t’s” and dot her “i’s.”
                 
    Evans nodded. “Madden. He found the girl. We’re taking him back to the precinct for questioning, if Hammer ever gets his ass back downstairs.”
                 
    “Where’d he go?”
             
    Offi cer Rogers spoke up, out of nowhere, like a jack in the box, too long ignored. “The girl went into surgery. Been some time now. She’s supposedly on her way to Intensive Care.” He fished around in his front pocket for another Marlboro Red.
                 
    Evans interrupted, “… over two hours, I heard. Hey, pass me one.”
                 
    “Buy your own!” Instead, Rogers offered one to Janice.
                 
    “No thanks.” Janice never smoked, never did, and never would. Once an obsessive, always an obsessive. Her attention went back to Evans. “So Hammer’s upstairs waiting to talk to..?”
                 
    “The doctor. The admitting doctor. She did the surgery.”
                 
    “She?”
     
    “Yeah.” Evans lit up the cig and took a deep drag, exhaling smoke rings into the damp, night air. Janice shook her head. Evans smiled. “I’ll brush my teeth.”
                 
    “Madden a suspect?”
                 
    “Ask him yourself. You’re the reporter.”
                 
    Janice walked past Evans and elbowed him in the stomach. “You’re a shit, you know it?” Evans flinched as Janice pushed the metal entry button. “Let me know if you spot Hammer. Knock on the window or something.”
                 
    “Will do, boss.”
                 
    The automatic door swooshed open. Inside, Janice blew Evans a kiss. A big one. Thanks for the tip, she mouthed. He understood. He appreciated her discretion. The last thing an officer needed was pressure from the brass for alerting the press. What did they think they were? Piranhas? Hell, Janice was trying to make a living just like everybody else. Okay, if she were to be totally honest… it was also to get her name out there too.
                 
    Officers gave tips for personal reasons, like Evans. Or, they did it to get back at the Chief for some cockamamie injustice or another. There were probably a thousand different reasons. She didn’t really give a rat’s ass, as long as she was on