No

"Actually, ma'am, we might need you at the station now, so you should come with me," the officer said as he turned to see that his colleague had left without him. "Shit!" he muttered to himself, before radioing the precinct for another car.

"Umm..." Erica could only acquiesce as she stood in her birthday suit in broad daylight.

"Don't worry, we've seen it all. My station will send us a new car over soon, you can maybe even sit in the front seat!"

Erica thought about this, and continued hemming and hawing with nothing but her purse and book. Eventually, a beat up Crown Vic rolled up.

"Oh, Officer Henderson," said the driver of the vehicle, "I see you have a companion."

"Sure do, she's the victim in this case and I'd like her to come to the station with us. Could you lift up the armrest so we can sit in the front?"

"Uhh, okay..." the driver obliged. Henderson walked to the other side, opened the passenger door, and gestured Erica to sit in. "Ladies first," he said.

Erica shrugged, and got on the front bench seat between the two cops.