Special Operations (Badge of Honor 2)

“Did he do anything to you?”

“Oh, Jesus!” she wailed.

“I have to ask, miss, what did he do to you?”

“He made me—he urinated on me!”

“Is that all?” Dohner asked softly.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mary Elizabeth Flannery wailed. “He made me…he put his thing in my mouth. He had a knife—”

“What kind of a knife?”

“A knife,” she said. “A butcher knife.”

“What’s your name, miss? Can you tell me that, please?”

He installed her in the front seat of the car, then ran around and got in beside her. She did not look at him as he did.

“What’s your name, miss?” Dohner asked again.

“Flannery,” she said. “Mary Flannery.”

“If we’re going to catch this man, you’re going to have to tell me what he looks like,” Bill Dohner said. “What kind of clothes was he wearing? Can you tell me that?”

“He was naked.”

“He brought you here from your apartment, right?” Dohner asked, and she nodded.

“How did he bring you here?”

“In a van.”

“Was he naked then?”

“Oh, Jesus!”

“Do you remember what kind of a van? Was it dark or light?”

She shook her head from side to side.

“Was it new or old?”

She kept shaking her head.

“Was it like a station wagon, with windows, or was it closed in the back?”

“Closed.”

“And was he a small man?” There was no response. “A large man? Did you see the color of his hair? Did he have a beard, or scars or anything like that?”

“He was big,” Mary Elizabeth Flannery said. “And he was hairy.”

“You mean he had long hair, or there was a lot of hair on his body?”

“On his body,” she said. “What’s going to happen to me?”

“We’re going to take care of you,” Dohner said. “Everything’s going to be all right now. But I need you to tell me what this man looked like, what he was wearing, so we can lock him up. Can you tell what he wore when he brought you over here?”