A few days later, I wasn't too surprised when my boss walked into the service area and said that there was a cop to see me. I looked up expecting to see Tony, but it was a detective.
The detective walked up to my workbench and introduced himself as Detective Russo and shook my hand, then gave me his business card.
"I need you to come down to the station," he said. "Last night, a young man was being beaten and raped in an alleyway, but he was stopped by a group of men. He fits the description of your attacker. We also suspect him in another rape. We need you to identify him."
I glanced over and my supervisor, Ronnie, was looking at us, listening in. I felt sick to my stomach. My mouth dried and my heart rate sped up.
"I need you to come with me now, Bob," Russo said impatiently.I nodde
