Detectives Morrisey and Hayden were the first to respond to the 9-1-1 call. The building superintendent met the two detectives in the lobby and led them up to the apartment where the neighbor who made the emergency call was waiting to meet them. They heard the sounds coming from within the flat — alternating whimpers and screams. Morrisey ordered the super to unlock the door, which he did. Upon entering the apartment, the two detectives followed the sounds to the bathroom.
“Jesus H. Christ!” Hayden exclaimed as the two men stepped into the small bathroom. The woman in the bathtub full of ice water was almost blue. She looked up at them with pure fright in her eyes. “We’re the police,” Hayden said. “We’re here to help you.” He started to reach down into the tub to pull her out when Morrisey stopped him.
“Don’t move her,” Morrisey said. “I’ve seen something like this before. We need to get the paramedics out here if we’re going to save her life. Call a bus,” he ordered.
Hayden called for an ambulance. “What is it?” he asked his partner.
Morrisey looked at the young woman in the tub. “Can you hear me?” he asked. She nodded. “I know you’re cold and miserable, but we can’t take you out of the tub. Do you remember how you got here?” She shook her head, indicating that she did not. “Can you talk?” he asked.
“I’m so cold,” she said in barely a whisper.
“I know,” Morrisey said in a soothing voice, “but we can’t move you. The paramedics are on their way. What’s your name?”
“I’m Jan,” she said.
“Hi, Jan. I’m Jim. Do you know how you got here?”
She shook her head no.
“What is the last thing you do remember?” He asked.
“I was at a Halloween party,” she answered quietly, her voice shaky. “I had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy.”
“Did you go to the party alone or were you with someone?” Morrisey asked.
“I went with a few girlfriends from work,” she answered. “The party was being thrown by a boyfriend of one of them.” She was silent for a moment. “I remember talking to this guy who was dressed as Dracula. I thought it was strange when he asked me what my blood type was, but I figured that he was just being in character. Then he started telling me about his mother who was very ill and was on the waiting list for a kidney transplant, but her prognosis was poor.”
“Go on,” Morrisey said.
“That’s it,” she said. “The next thing I remember was waking up here, unable to move.”
Hayden called in from the other room. “The paramedics are here.”
Morrisey turned to the woman. “These men will get you out of here and take you to the hospital, Jan. You’ll be okay, I promise.”
Morrisey stepped out of the bathroom to give the paramedics room to get Jan out of the tub so they could get her to the ambulance. On the way out of the apartment, one of the paramedics whispered something to Morrisey. “I thought so,” Morrisey responded.
“So what’s the deal?” Hayden asked.
“Some guy dressed liked Dracula at a Halloween party last night drugged her, brought her to this fleabag place and harvested a kidney,” Morrisey said. “She’ll make it, but she’s lucky to be alive.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Kayla Erin.