After a messy and painful divorce from her ex-husband, Madeline decided to shift her focus entirely to her career. Her passion for medicine and her patients became her primary motivation-until she crossed paths with a blue-eyed detective who disrupt...
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Units on the citywide. 2533 South Whipple. Armed robbery in progress. Pay-Day Advantage.
"5021 George, we're rolling on it," Jay said into his radio as he hit the gas.
Jay pulled up to the scene, parking the car strategically behind a line of trees to keep it out of view from the bank. The flashing lights on nearby businesses illuminated the street faintly, giving the area a tense, eerie vibe.
"There's a silent alarm," he muttered, stepping out of the car and double-checking his holstered weapon.
Hailey exited the car behind him, scanning the area. "5021 Henry on the scene. Calls bona fide," she said into her radio as they approached the bank with their guns drawn.
They moved silently, Hailey taking the lead, Jay following close behind, covering her.
Copy that, 5021 Henry. Backup en route.
As they neared the entrance, a woman's scream pierced the tense air.
"I got this—you go," Hailey said, motioning for him to take care of the disturbance while she entered the bank.
"Alright," Jay replied, pivoting toward the noise.
He rounded the corner of the building and spotted a man dressed in all black holding a gun, shouting at a terrified woman pinned against a wall.
"Hey, shut up! Come on!" the suspect barked, his grip on the gun unwavering.
"Police! Don't move!" Jay shouted, leveling his gun at the man.
The suspect panicked and fired off several shots in Jay's direction. Jay dove behind a parked car for cover, returning fire over the hood.
"10-1, 10-1!" Jay called urgently into his radio. "I got shots fired. Shots fired at the police! Send me some cars—I've got civilians everywhere!"
The suspect scrambled toward a gray getaway van idling a block away. Jay aimed at the van, firing several rounds that shattered its rear window as it peeled off.
"I got two masked offenders fleeing northbound in a gray van!" Jay relayed into his radio, keeping his gun raised as he scanned for any lingering threats. The sound of screeching tires faded into the distance.
Jay turned back toward the scene. A white woman in a red jacket sat trembling on the ground, while a Black man lay nearby, clutching his stomach where blood seeped through his shirt.
"5021 George, roll an ambo. Got a civilian hit," Jay called in, holstering his weapon and kneeling beside the injured man.
"You okay?" Jay asked the woman, who was visibly shaken but uninjured.
"Y-Yeah," she stammered. "I'm okay."
Jay nodded before focusing on the injured man. "What's your name, man?" he asked, pressing his hands firmly over the gunshot wound to slow the bleeding.
