A Good-looking Gentleman Cop

"Come on out!" calls a masculine voice. "I really don't feel like chasing anyone tonight"

"Um - " Alice says, unsure how to explain that that's probably not a good idea. The beam of light falls on her.

"Oh, shit!" calls the voice. "Don't try to move, okay? Is whoever did this still around?"

"Don't think so. They didn't do it here" she chuckles a little at her own wit.

"Need a medical transport, female **** victim" says the voice, and a male police officer comes into view. Dayum. He clearly works out. Bit on the bulky side, but in a good way. Alice smiles as he rushes over to kneel beside her. This confidence stuff really works she thinks as he looks into her eyes.

"I'm worried you might have a neck injury. Is it okay if I steady your head?" he asks.

"Please do" she says, smiling as surprisingly womanly hands are planted firmly on either side of her head. That's the most human contact I've had in... wow. Too long she thinks.

"Can you tell me your name?" The pretty cop asks.

"Alice. Alice Bellarose. Oh!" she remembers before he can ask anything else. "The punks who did this to me were assaulting a boy from my school named Jace Thornhill. I don't know if he got away. You should check on him..."