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dispatched unit. She heard knocking on the door of the house and the calls of the officers through the open phone line. “This is the police. Open up.” “Dispatch, it looks like a faked 911 here. There’s an alarm company sticker in the front window and a sign in the yard. Looks like a crank call. Over.” The dispatcher responded, “Roger. I don’t think so, 57. I can hear heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Over.” “Unit 57 here. The door is locked. You want to call the alarm company and see if the homeowners are in town? This could be someone ‘SWATTING’ the homeowner. Over.” At that moment, she could hear the voice of the officer’s partner coming toward him saying that he had been around the whole house, and there was a broken lower window going into what looked like a basement. “Dispatch, it looks like we have forced entry. Send backup. Over.” “Roger 57. Backup is en route. Over.” “Roger that. We’re going to force entry. Over.” The dispatcher could hear the sound of glass breaking and the thud of the officer’s bodies against the front door of the home. It seemed to the dispatcher like an hour of silence when there was a call back. “Dispatch. We need an ambulance and fire to this location. Over.” The dispatcher sent out the distress call. She held the line a few more moments waiting to be cleared to hang up. “Dispatch. Backup is on scene, and we can hear the ambulance. We are going to need two more ambulances stat. Over.” “Roger 57. Units are en route. What’s the situation? Over.” There was a lot of commotion in the background before the officer radioed back. “Well, Dispatch, we have found four young girls. One of them appears to be the missing Pruitt girl. We can’t confirm that yet. Over.” “Copy that, 57. I’m patching you over to command. Good work. Over.” “Good work to you, Dispatch. Can you get me the name of the owner of this property?” “Roger 57. The owner is Mr. Stewart Roskowski. Over.” “Roger that. It looks like we broke up a kidnapping. Send in a detective unit. Over.” “Roger that, 57. Is the homeowner on the premises? Over.” “That’s a negative, Dispatch. Over.” “Roger. Patching you through. Over.”
    Jim’s unit was sent in from LA County to investigate with West Covina PD. When he arrived on scene, he asked where the homicide was but no one had an answer. He was told that four young girls had been found alive, between eight and fourteen; three had been in cages in the basement; the fourth was, indeed, Cheryl Pruitt, who told the police that she was rescued by a man who hid her behind him in the closet of the home. Jim walked up to speak to the first two officers on scene and asked why homicide had been called in. They both shrugged their shoulders. “So let me get this straight. You two have your guns and badges, and you’re cops. Jesus Christ! I just drove all the way from downtown. I’m a homicide detective not a missing person locater. Now someone better give me a good goddamn reason why I’m here!” He scowled as one of the West Covina PD detectives emerged from the house sheet white. Jim recognized him and called out, “Tony. What the fuck is going on? Do you have a homicide here, or are you stiffs busting my balls?” Tony only nodded. Jim talked to the first two officers on scene, and they explained that they found the missing Pruitt girl. They didn’t know much else. Jim asked where the girl was, and they pointed to an ambulance with the back doors open. He walked over to the unit where the little girl was. She was sitting in an ambulance awaiting transport when he went over to speak to her. She was wrapped in a blanket, and the paramedics were setting an IV as she sat shivering.
    “Cheryl, my name is Detective O’Brian, sweetheart.” She jolted from the prick of the IV needle. “It’s okay, honey; you’re safe. The paramedics are going to take you to the hospital. We’ve called your mom and dad;