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story_codes: M/gg(9, 5), prostitute

story_intro: Now that Lucy has been forced to be Detective Dancheck's personal whore, she understands that she is also a prisoner of the crooked cop and resigns to herself to her fate. After all, who will believe the word of a little hooker against a police officer? But when the man returns home one morning with a younger and completely innocent little girl with plans to make her another rape toy for his pleasure, Lucy is desperate to try anything to get them out.



story_language: English




The Girl from the Alley, part 2

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: The character of Detective Harry Fairborn first appeared in Desperate Measures, Part 2. The past cases of his mentioned here were from that story and from Bonnie and the Beast. The character of Martha has appeared in several stories. None of these stories need to be read to understand this one.


ONE WEEK LATER

	After Lucy tugged the black fishnet tights in place, she reached for the red miniskirt and pulled it on. She'd had the skirt since last year, when she started in the trade, and now the hem rode even higher than originally intended. But Detective Ernie Dancheck, in whose apartment she now resided, didn't mind at all.

	It had been a week since he had abducted her following some sweaty intercourse in his car. Lucy remembered him calling her name to show her something just as she was about to exit. Then she woke up here with a throbbing headache and a wrist handcuffed to the rail of a bed. Later, Ernie had informed her that she would no longer be working the streets; instead, she was now his personal whore.

	She had begged him to let her go and had even threatened that her mother would come looking for her. Appearing contrite, the detective had offered to ask Lucy's mother permission for her to stay the occasional night. After giving him her address, he left. When he returned, he dumped all of her "working clothes" into the spare bedroom that was now her cell.

	"Your whore mother was high as a kite," he had sneered. "So I took your shit without her ever saying a word. Now you can dress like a professional cunt. Speaking of which..."

	He grabbed the girl by her long pigtails and pulled her face to his crotch. Cowed, she unzipped him and took him in her mouth. At first, he tried to control her movements by tugging her hair, but the little hooker was frantically sucking as she slid her mouth back and forth along his member. With a sigh, he emptied his balls into the captive nine year-old and held her head in place so she'd have no choice but to swallow his musky, slimy wad.

	"This isn't your goddamned alley, whore," he growled. "No spitting on the floor."

	And Lucy began to learn the rules of her new existence. He told her she had no place to go and if she tried to run off, he would have her arrested and sent to prison where a lot of big men would gang-fuck her around the clock until she maybe was paroled at age twenty-one. And if she tried to claim that he had done anything to her, well, who were people going to believe? The cop or the whore?

	Lucy certainly looked like a whore as she eyed herself in the cheap mirror. Ernie worked the night shift in Vice and laid out the particular outfit he wanted her to wear every morning before he went to bed. When he arose in the afternoon, he wanted her ready to "do her chores".

	Through the wall, she heard his clock radio and quickly arranged her hair into the pigtails he liked so much. When Ernie emerged from the bathroom after taking a leak, he grinned when he saw the preteen hooker. The too-short skirt revealed the bottom third or so of her tight rump and his eyes greedily traveled over the trim swell of the child's ass. He slept in the nude and stroked his stiffening dick.

	"Show me the goods," he ordered, his voice still creaky with sleep.

	Lucy lifted her skirt. Beneath it, she wore no panties. Her white, hairless pussy was lewdly displayed under the back cross-hatch of the fishnet. The mesh was wide enough for her front of her little mound to poke through when she pulled it tight against herself. Licking his upper lip, Ernie eyed the prepubescent slit, looking very captive indeed as it bulged between the netting. 

	As he was mulling his choice, he chided himself for trying to make one. 

	"Assume the position," he barked.

	There was a wide foot stool near the living room wall that Lucy used. Stepping up on it, she leaned forward, her hands pressed against the wall and her feet spread as widely as the stool would allow. The back of her skirt was pushed up and her tights yanked down to mid-thigh. Free of the netting, her pale buttocks were crisscrossed with diagonal pink lines from the strings.

	Ernie gave the small globes a slap, watching them quiver. He knew she lubed up as part of her preparation - both front and back - just as she had done when she worked in the alley in town. Grabbing her by the waist, he pushed his engorged member between her ass cheeks and continued forward, making Lucy's anus enlarge.

	"Aahhhh," he sighed as he sank his meat into the soft, snuggly embrace of the little girl's ass. Lucy said nothing, struggling to keep her breathing even as the man sodomized her. The nine year-old's greased rectum squeezed his cock as he thrust into her tunnel over and over. With a muttered curse, he came. Lucy felt the familiar surge of violating semen in her body and only stared at the wall until the man was done and jerked his penis from her rear.

	Ernie gazed at the thin girl still standing obediently in front of him, maintaining her pose as if she were to be frisked. Maybe she was hiding something her cunt, he thought. Already, his prick was starting to harden again as he watched his seed oozing from her young bottom.

	"I guess one man is never enough for a whore like you, anymore," he said, his breath oily in her ear. "All those nights, I watched you take man after man in every hole you had to offer. So I guess I'm going to have to do my best to keep you satisfied."

	Lucy would have been perfectly satisfied if he never touched her again, but by now she was used to his taunting. She knew where it led and was not surprised when he slid his hand between her sticky buttocks. With a rough finger, Ernie pushed some of his jism leaking from her ass into the girl's twat. Lucy could keep from yelping as he flexed his finger inside her small hole.

	Then the finger left, quickly replaced by a cock that rammed into her girlish pussy. Lucy groaned, leaning harder against the wall as the man burrowed his way into her tender little snatch.

	"Yeah, you need cock all the time, now," he grunted.

	His thrusting was rapid, seemingly impatient as he mauled the nine year-old's slippery cunt tube. Lucy's fingernails dug into the cheap wallpaper as she endured his brutal rutting. It seemed like he wanted to split her open with his prick and at times she feared he might do it. Thick, sloppy noises and Ernie's loud breathing accompanied the copulation until the man pumped the little girl full of his cum.

	After he was done, he went to kitchen, beckoning her to follow him as she pulled her tights back into place. He dumped some cans of chili into a large bowl and tossed the mess into a microwave. His coffee was brewing when the oven chimed and he filled a mug before sitting at the table. Shoveling the food directly from the serving bowl into his mouth, he nodded at Lucy.

	Silently, she raised her skirt, turning in slow circles so he could admire her oozing holes as the fuck slime coated the fishnet. He seemed pleased with his handiwork and leaned back in his chair, snapping a couple of photos on his phone.

	Noticing his expression, Lucy took a chance to ask him something.

	"Do you think you could let me stay at Night Lights tonight?"

	Ernie snorted.

	"Shit, that place is for whore's kids, not whores. Your kind will get tossed out."

	He got up, gesturing at the remains in the bowl.

	"Besides, you got leftovers here. Make sure you clean the bowl when you're done."

	Lucy nodded as he walked by. Pausing, Ernie stopped and grabbed the girl's ass, squeezing her buttock hard. 

	"Damned fine ass," he said. "In fact..."

	Lucy braced herself with her hands as she was shoved against the table. She fell forward, bent over the edge as she felt her skirt getting pushed up again. Usually, twice was enough for him, but her tights came down and she knew what to expect as he brusquely pulled her ass cheeks apart.

	Lucy spat in the sink, removing some of the vaguely metallic aftertaste of the cheap slop Ernie had nuked for dinner. Although he hadn't left her much, it was more than she could finish and she ran the rest down the garbage disposal. It was no worse than she was used to at home, but she did remember some better meals back before her mother became a slave to the stuff in the small plastic bags.

	Her mother had left Lucy alone in their apartment often for as long as the girl could remember. Her mother had to work at night and the girl had witnessed enough when the woman had brought a john home for something a little more private than in an alley or car. Shortly after turning eight, her mother had her doing tricks and by then the little girl knew all about what men would do to her. Although having a cock in her ass and pussy (her mouth had been used on occasion in earlier years) for the first time was still traumatic; particularly with the ripping and bleeding in her tiny twat that first time.

	Before then, her mother sometimes took her to eat at a nearby diner. It was a treat and they would laugh as her mother told her all about the dreams she had for ditching this place and her job on the streets. It never happened, but they were happy moments that Lucy clung to. Back then, her mother only occasionally used the stuff in the clear baggies, but when it became constant, Lucy was the one who worked and the dinners out were cast aside with her innocence.

	Before her working life, Lucy also sometimes got to sleep at Night Lights. It was a place run by a former prostitute everyone called Mother Betty. The woman knew that lecturing the hookers would get her nowhere. But she was always available to provide an ear or shoulder. The main purpose of her place, leased for one dollar a year from some sympathetic group, was to provide a safe haven for the working women's kids to sleep and have a decent meal. Lucy liked being with other kids and never had to pretend like she did at school that her mother worked in some other occupation.

	Now alone in Ernie's apartment, Lucy switched on the television, barely paying attention to the war documentary on the channel that Ernie had last watched. But the flickering images were her companions for the night.

	Lucy's stomach clenched when she saw the outfit that Ernie had laid out the next day. It was a little girl's party dress with white tights. Once she had it on, she looked like a normal nine year-old instead of the streetwalker from yesterday. Then she trudged out to the living room.

	"Don't you look sweet," Ernie said with a leer as he took in the pigtailed vision in white. "Just like a pretty present. Now it's time to unwrap you."

	He saw the dread in the girl's eyes as he approached her, making his already hard cock twitch a little more. Throwing her on the floor, he pounced on top of her, pulling the front of her dress open to bare her flat chest. Hungrily, he gnawed on her small nipples. Catching one of them just right with his front teeth, he clamped down and pulled, making Lucy yelp. She was kicking beneath him, which only excited him more as he thrust a hand between her legs and under her dress. 

	Roughly, he felt her soft mound under her tights. He jabbed at her there, pushing the material into her slit. After a few minutes of this, he felt the urgency rising in his groin. Grabbing the tights in the crotch, he twisted and pulled, tearing them open. He rolled off her momentarily, pushing the hem of her dress up. Damn, she looked so sexy with her bald, naked cunny showing in the gaping hole of her ruined tights.

	Getting back on top of her, he rubbed his glans all over her hairless mound until found her slit and drove his prick into her little pussy. Lucy choked out a sob as she was violently penetrated. With animal lust, the man drove into the nine year-old's twat again and again, grinding his cock in her slippery young tube until he polluted her with his semen.

	He lay on top of the girl, panting and sweating until the wet heat of her snug little cunt made him hard again. He pulled her arms above her head, pinning her wrists to the floor. She was already helpless beneath him, but he liked the added effect and showed his appreciation with more pounding inside the third grader's bruised snatch. Despite all of the paid sex she had experienced with men, Lucy shuddered as another load of Ernie's jism entered her.

	Staggering to his feet, Ernie pulled his cell phone from a table and snapped a few photos of Lucy as she lay in a daze. Her pretty outfit was in ruins and cum was oozing from her hairless cunt. He thought she made a cute-looking rape victim.

	As usual, Lucy stood and let him gaze at her while he wolfed down most of the canned chicken and dumplings from the same serving bowl. Belching, he waved her over and pointed to his resurrected hard-on. 

	"Clean me off before I go to work," he said.

	Silently, Lucy bent over, tasting her pussy on his prick as she sucked him off. And she swallowed everything.

	It had been a great shift for Ernie with minimal official police business to interrupt his routine. There had been that Hispanic girl in the alley, a petite fifteen year-old who had reconciled that it was okay to use her mouth and twat to support her ailing mother and younger sisters. But she considered anal sex a sin. Ernie relieved her of her virtue there, ripping into her virgin ass while she howled in protest. He left her lying in a heap, weeping as his fuck juice leaked from her wounded bowels. 

	"Welcome to my beat, Mamacita," he said to her before he walked back to his car.

	The alley was his beat and no one there who wanted to stay outside of jail and alive fucked with him there. They all paid their dues if they wanted to work there - in flesh from the girls and in cash from the dealers (Ernie refused to take any of their merchandise). He also took a cut from the dealer's supplier, who wasn't there tonight. But the peddlers told him that the guy was in his apartment.

	Ernie didn't mind. The guy was reliable and Ernie had been to his apartment before. It wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it was a few steps above the slums here. A little worn and poor but still respectable. And the guy made great coffee - stuff he had imported along with the more illegals goods.

	Whenever he visited, Ernie wore his badge clipped to his belt so the residents wouldn't think he was doing something illegal when he visited in the late of night. The rumor in the building was that Ernie's host was some sort of expert in things that the police consulted him on.

	After a cup of tasty brew and a fat envelope was tucked in his jacket pocket, Ernie sauntered down the hall. As he neared an apartment door, he noticed it was cracked open. It opened a little more and he saw the wide brown eyes of a child staring at him.

	"Are you a policeman?" the child asked.

	Ernie stopped, hoping this wasn't something official - that would be a pain in the ass. 

	"Yes."

	The door opened more, showing a little girl with dark blonde hair close to the shade of Lucy's. It was parted on the side and hung down over her shoulders. Ernie wondered how it would look in pigtails. The kid was still dressed from school and here it was three in the morning.

	"Aunt Elsie won't wake up," the girl said. "She went to take a nap before dinner and she won't wake up."

	Suppressing a sigh, Ernie entered the apartment. It was a little shabby but had been well-kept. Following the girl's directions, he went to a room where an elderly woman lay in bed. When he placed his fingers to her neck, the coldness of her skin told him all he needed to know before he confirmed the lack of pulse.

	The little girl hovered outside of the doorway, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Ernie closed the door behind him and crouched in front of the girl.

	"Your Aunt Elsie isn't going to wake up anymore," he said.

	The girl blinked once and then spoke.

	"So now I'm a 'dopt?"

	"What?"

	"Aunt Elsie spoke to a lady from a place that takes care of kids with no mommies and daddies. They said when Aunt Elsie goes to heaven, I'm going to be a 'dopt and have a new mommy and daddy."

	"Ah, you're going to be adopted."

	"Uh huh."

	The girl looked at him solemnly, expecting him to take care of things. Ernie quickly played this out in his head. The girl was living with her last relative - now deceased. Apparently, there was no family to come looking for her - only and over-worked and understaffed group from Children's Services. His good night was getting better.

	"What's your name?' he asked.

	"Hannah. I'm five years old and I go to kiddy-garden."

	"That's nice. Well, I'm going to take you to my place, okay?"

	"Uh huh. My favorite color is red and I like pink and orange, too."

	Ernie had a couple of other stops to make and Hannah quietly sat in the car. He had been considering returning to the alley for a blowjob from a young red head with pouty lips but didn't want Hannah to be seen with him out in public in case the kid's picture was flashed in the news.

	He did go home a little earlier, checking in with the precinct and reporting that he had a meeting with an informant and shouldn't be disturbed. Before any of his neighbors were leaving for work or an early morning job, he had hustled Hannah up to his apartment.

	Lucy had already changed from her torn and soiled clothes and looked shocked when she saw the tot with Ernie.

	"This is your roommate," he told the older girl with a grin. "And a playmate this afternoon."

	While Hannah looked at Lucy, hoping to have a friend, Ernie retired to his bedroom.

	While Ernie slept, Lucy carefully spoke with Hannah. It became evident that the little girl had never been abused in anyway and knew nothing about sex. Lucy certainly did not explain, hoping that she could convince Ernie to leave Hannah alone and focus his attentions on her. Having been an only child, Lucy was quickly feeling like a protective big sister to the confused five year-old.

	But Ernie was in no mood for Lucy's entreaties when he awoke.

	"Stay out of my way - just go to your room," he growled. "No, wait. I want you watch this little cunt become a whore."

	Lucy had unintentionally increased Ernie's lust when she told him how ignorant Hannah was about sex. He was heavily aroused at the thought of watching little Hannah learn what a man's dick was for and how to take it in all kinds of interesting places. He could picture her soft, trusting eyes peering up at him as her jaws were stretched around his meat. And how she would squeal like a little piglet when he opened her baby ass the first time. But he would start with the tiny mound of girl meat between her legs.

	Hannah looked puzzled when he told her to undress. But since he was a policeman, she did just as he asked until she was standing in only a tiny pair of pink panties. She looked so adorable in them - just a bit of fabric protecting her modesty. She never considered hiding her naked chest. Ernie looked forward to putting his mouth on her there, but all good things in time.

	"Take off your panties, Hannah," he instructed. "I have to see everything."

	"Oh," she said softly and immediately slid her panties off. 

	Now she stood shyly, trying to cover her cuddly little vulva with one hand until Ernie told her to keep her arms at her sides. Hannah chewed her lower lip as she stood nude while Ernie took pictures with his phone. Hannah understood from her aunt's TV shows that policemen took pictures for evidence so they could catch bad guys. But she wondered why her kitty was evidence.

	Ernie's tongue felt thick in his mouth - though not as thick as another body part - while he photographed the naked five year-old. Her bald cuntlet was nice and puffy with the lips sealed together virginally. She looked so small and fragile - just the thing to get impaled on his pulsing prick.

	Then the phone pulsed in his hand - the precinct calling. Fuck!

	"Dancheck," he rasped into the phone.

	It was his captain. Some shit had come down - not in Ernie's area but they were calling in everyone they could. He knew there was no way to get out of this and wished his boss was a hardcore pedophile. Then he could rationally explain that he had a kindergartener in his apartment who needed to get her cherry popped, good and hard. 

	"Aw shit, Ernie," his dream captain said. "Why didn't you say so? Torpedoes away."

	"Yeah, I'm coming in," Ernie said to his real-life captain.

	Cursing under his breath, he got dressed. Hannah looked at him, bewildered as she remained in her naked state. Damn, he wanted that sweet thing under him, writhing and bleeding as he bored into her tiny pussy. Seeing the look in those brown eyes transition from confusion to awareness as he prematurely forced her into womanhood.

	"It's going to be a long night," he said to Lucy, giving her a hard look. "But we'll finish this in the morning."

	Lucy waited while Hannah still stood in the nude, uncomprehending of this strange behavior. Peering from the window, she saw Ernie's car pull away and then turned to Hannah. 

	"Get dressed. We're leaving."

	One gift from having a mother who worked nights, then did not work at all, was a streak of independence in Lucy. She selected one of the ordinary dresses that Ernie had bought and then stuffed some of her working clothes in a kitchen garbage bag. Hannah tagged along, holding Lucy's free hand while the older girl scanned the transit map through the stained and cracked Plexiglas at a bus stop. 

	Lucy soon figured out which routes, with a transfer between buses, would take them to her home. Ernie had never emptied her purse since snatching her and she had a full night's wages still there. After buying some snacks at a corner market, she had the correct change to get them on the bus.

	Now her mother would act, Lucy knew. Her mother hated dirty cops and now that one was after her daughter, things would change. She'd ditch the poison in the bags and take Lucy away, just like she had always talked about during those magical meals in the diner. And Hannah could come, too.

	Never was Lucy so happy to see the dreary building that housed her apartment. Climbing the stairs (the lone elevator was long deceased for as far back as Lucy could recall), Lucy had to slow her pace so Hannah could keep up. Once they were at her floor, she took the other girl by the hand and raced down the hall, turned the corner, and stopped.

	A large X of yellow plastic tape was stretched across locked door to the apartment. Having seen enough of the tape, Lucy didn't have to read the block lettering to know her home was now a crime scene. It seemed as if her ears were filled with static as she slumped against the wall. The white noise continued until Hannah's small voice sifted through the interference.

	"Lucy? What's the pretty yellow stuff for? Are we going to meet your mommy?"

	Lucy's mind was spinning. Her mother was gone. Was it the drugs? One of the people who came over regularly? Or was it...she thought she was going to be sick. Had Ernie done this after he gave her the address?

	"Lucy? Lucy?"

	Lucy shook her head and looked at Hannah. She had to take her somewhere safe. What then? She'd go to work so she could take care of Hannah. She'd just have to find a place to put her for the night until she figured things out.

	"My mom's not here, anymore," Lucy said. "Come on, I know a place where you can stay."

	Betty Fraser checked on the volunteer cooking the soup. The young woman had stopped using a month ago and still appeared to be clean. But she wanted to be sure while the former (or so Betty hoped) prostitute worked over a hot stove. The door buzzer sounded and the founder of Night Lights Haven checked the monitor to see who was there.

	Two kids. One of them looked familiar. It had been a long time...

	Betty released the electronic door lock and let the pair in. When she saw the older girl in person, the name came to her.

	"Lucy! My goodness - you've grown three feet, I swear."

	Despite her pallid face, Lucy smiled as Betty drew her into her plush embrace. 

	"And who is this?" Betty asked as she turned to Hannah. This one she didn't recognize.

	"Her name's Hannah," Lucy replied. "Can she stay here tonight?"

	"Of course. You both can."

	Lucy shook her head, remembering what Ernie had told her. 

	"I can't. I'm not allowed because I'm a whore now."

	Betty had lived the life and counselled so many others to where she thought she had heard it all. But the girl's simple words pounded her like a hammer to her chest.

	"No you're not, honey..."

	"I am," Lucy insisted. "I...I've been working for a year and..."

	Betty gestured to another woman, pointing to Hannah. The woman led the girl to a table where two other kids her age were sitting with crayons and paper. Ushering Lucy to her closet-sized office, Betty sat her down and listened as Lucy explained her life from a year ago until their arrival here.

	Betty felt awful for the girl but right now she had to worry about protection. She knew from the word on the streets that Dancheck was bad news, but that was nothing compared to what Lucy had told her. She was far too young to have experienced what she had and Hannah was hardly more than a baby. Thank goodness Lucy had extracted her from Dancheck when she did.

	"First, we've gotta get Dancheck out of circulation. I know a cop..."

	"No!" Lucy insisted before Betty shushed her.

	"He's one of the good ones. The name is Fairborn. He actually left Sex Crimes oh, about a half year ago - burnout and I can't say I blame him. Anyway, I'll give him a call. He'll help.

	Lucy gave the woman a look of dubious belief in that.

	Detective Sergeant Harry Fairborn, now of Burglary, parked his car illegally near Night Lights. Clipping his police placard to the visor, he went inside where Betty gave him more information.
As she spoke, he felt the old acid burn in his gut. 

	His years in Homicide and Sex Crimes had aged him internally. Going to Burglary had probably saved his sanity and, he thought, his soul. His weight was back to normal and his blood pressure was much better. His hair was still rapidly thinning on top, but that was genetics playing its little joke on him.

	Despite his transfer, there were still cases that haunted him - ones he kept his own personal cold case file on. There was the case of Bonnie Chartrand some three years ago. Her father had been a low-level drug dealer and what was left of him had been carved up pretty badly in his apartment. His daughter, Bonnie, was eight at the time and could not be found. 

	It would have appeared to have been a direct case of abduction (and God knows what else) except that another man, one of the killers judging from blood found on the man's hands and knife, was found in the basement of  the building. It looked like someone had bulldozed him into the cinderblock wall. Harry had seen a lot bad things in his line of work, but it was while before he could look at a pizza without feeling ill.

	After that, he transferred from Homicide to Sex Crimes and was advised that many cops there transferred out fairly quickly. He made it nearly three years before he had truly had enough.

	Then last month, he was called in to what appeared to be a burglary of a man who was a middle school principal. But things were not "right" and Harry's investigation turned up what appeared to be a series of sex rooms complete with bondage gear and other paraphernalia, stained sheets with plenty of DNA, and a pair of little girl's panties. 

	The latter struck home to Harry. He and his wife had two boys and two girls. His older daughter was twelve now and his younger one, the baby of the family, was eight. The panties he found belonged to a six year-old who was one of four girls who never showed up for school since that night. 

	The principal's car had also been stolen and the oldest girl was believed to know how to drive, even if she didn't have her license. The vehicle was later found in Montana of all places. Allegedly, some evidence with a note had been left in the car for authorities - evidence that would send the principal and a host of others to prison for the rest of their miserable lives. But Harry never had access to it. In fact, nothing had happened to the principal except an appointment to the state education department. State police had taken over the investigation of the "burglary" and nothing made the news.

	Harry had been warned not to speak of anything for fear it would "contaminate" the state's investigation. But Harry knew the contamination was well up in the power chain of politics. Now there was this piece of crap with a badge, Dancheck. He vaguely recognized the name but if Betty said he was bad, he knew he could trust her.

	Betty introduced him to two girls. The older one, Lucy, was close to his younger daughter's age. She had the look of someone who had seen and experienced way too much and did nothing more than eye him warily. She was the one this Dancheck had raped. 

	The younger girl was also initially shy around him. But she had this innate sense that little kids had about grown-ups and finally approached him.

	"Are you a nice policeman?" she asked.

	"I certainly try to be."

	"Okay," she acknowledged and promptly crawled into his lap and snuggled against him.

	Since he was getting nowhere with Lucy, who still looked ready to bolt, he started with Hannah. The younger the child, the worse the witness, but he needed something to nail Dancheck.

	"Did Detective Dancheck ever touch you, Hannah?" he asked.

	"Uh huh," she replied, unaware of the burn that jolted again in Harry's stomach. Then she went on. "He held my hand when he took me from Aunt Elsie. She's in heaven now with my mommy and daddy."

	"Did he touch you any place else?"

	"No."

	Further conversation with the girl went nowhere - apparently it was by chance that Dancheck had come across her. When he pulled out his phone to call into his precinct, Hannah piped up again.

	"Does that phone take pictures?"

	"Yes."

	"The bad policeman took pictures of me with a phone. I had to take my panties off."

	Harry froze and looked at Lucy. The girl nodded. Then she finally spoke.

	"He took a lot of pictures of me, too, after he did stuff."

	"Policeman take pictures for eff'dence," Hannah spoke aloud. "I saw it on TV."

	Harry nodded. And now he knew where the evidence on Dancheck could be found. He dialed a different precinct - Dancheck's - and asked to speak to the watch captain.

	It was past midnight when the people from Children's Services came for the girls. Turning down coffee for water and antacid tablets, Harry was in Betty's office filling her in on Dancheck's rather anti-climactic arrest when Hannah slipped away from the woman who was leading her to a car. She crawled up on Harry's lap and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

	"Thanks for being a nice policeman," she said. "I drawed you a picture. And Lucy helped." 

	She pressed a folded piece of paper in his hand and then rejoined a gently smiling, heavyset black woman who took her by the hand.

	"Thanks, Martha," Betty called to the woman.

	Martha nodded and led her charge away.

	"Martha's one of the good ones," Betty told Harry. "She raised four kids who are all successes and she's a regular mama bear when it comes to watching over these little ones."

	"What's the outcome for them?" Harry asked.

	"It's pretty cut and dry for Hannah. Martha said the aunt who passed away was her only family. The woman had already done some paperwork in the event of her death so there are no custody issues. She'll be adopted within the week - people wait for years for a child like her."

	"And Lucy?"

	They had learned that Lucy's mother had died from an overdose. She was probably never aware of her daughter's ordeal of the last week.

	Betty sighed.

	"She's going to be more complicated. A lot of counselling for sure and kids start getting less desirable for adoption as they get older but I wouldn't give up hope. Hey, she did great saving Hannah, didn't she?"

	Harry agreed and got up to leave. At the front door, he paused to look at the picture Hannah had given him. It was a riot of red and orange crayon. Having experienced four of his own little "artists" at that age, he was able to discern that the man in the middle of the paper was him. 

	He grinned ruefully as he stroked his balding pate. At least she could have put some hair on top, couldn't she have? 

	The completely bald-on-top man in the picture was holding the hands of two little girls. The one on the right was meant to be Hannah. The girl on the left was a little taller and drawn differently - by the hand of an older child. Then he noticed that both girls were smiling.




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