Fifteen minutes later, the police finally arrived, lights flashing and sirens wailing as they pulled up to the scene. People watched in anxious silence as a sleek patrol car came to a stop.
Out of the car stepped a strikingly beautiful policewoman, her features sharp and her shoulder-length hair tied back with precision. There was a sense of authority and confidence in the way she moved, yet her expression was calm and professional.
The officer's nameplate gleamed under the setting sun: Staff Sergeant Rachel Miller. She scanned the crowd briefly before stepping forward, her voice clear and assertive as she addressed the bystanders.
"Alright, I need everyone's attention! We need details—now. Start from the beginning. What exactly happened?"
The crowd shifted nervously before the young man who had made the call stepped forward. "There was a van, a black one. Three men jumped out, grabbed the woman, and then sped off—just like that. It was so fast, no one had time to react."
