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"You okay?" Tim asks Mirana as they drive through the streets.
"Si," Mirana nods. "I just feel bad for him. I know what he did was terrible and a lot of those people are going to be traumatised. But he lost everything so quickly, his hermano is in prison and his madre adoptiva se suicido"
"You did great in there," Tim says. "Your empathy really helps you excel"
"Sometimes I worry I care too much," Mirana says. "I love being an HCN but when calls take a turn for the worse- Es dificil, you know?"
"7-Adam-100, I have 7-L-15 requesting a supervisor on scene,"
"7-Adam-100 responding," Tim says into the radio, flipping the lights and sirens on. "What's he there for?"
"Report of a potential domestic, woman did a runner, husband claims bipolar, witness doesn't agree," Mirana says as they drive towards Nolan's location. "Are those-?"
"Gunshots? I think so,"
27-L-15, two shooters escaping in a gold sedan. License plate 2-Sam-Adam-Mary-5-6-4. Heading west on Fuller. Female also fled southbound on foot,"
Tim pulls the car to a stop before he and Mirana get out, both approaching an out of breath Nolan.
"Estas bien?" Mirana asks Nolan, checking him for any visible injuries.
"Yeah," Nolan nods.
"Code 4 at the scene," Tim says into his radio. "All units, be on lookout for suspects. Want is a 245 on a PO with automatic weapons. How'd your missing woman turn into this?"
"I don't know," Nolan shakes his head. "I knew the guy was lying from the jump, but I thought it was domestic abuse. And when I finally caught up with the wife, it was clear she'd been drugged, and I think she was speaking Russian"
"Trafficked into the country?" Mirana asks Tim.
"Maybe," Tim nods. "Let's go check out the house"
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Tim's foot slams against the door of the house, sending it flying open before Mirana and Nolan enter the house first.
"Police! Show yourselves now!" Tim shouts.
"Clear," Mirana says as she checks the kitchen.
"Bedroom's clear. Coming out," Nolan calls back. "Guys, does this place seem strange to you? All the frames have stock photos in them"
"No platos o comida in the kitchen," Mirana adds.
"Like it's been staged, but no one lives here," Tim says.
"And it feels a lot smaller on the inside," Nolan says.
"Like a reverse TARDIS," Tim says and Nolan looks at him in confusion. "What? I don't only watch sports"
