Page 64 of Finding Mercy

“When I leave, ask her to bring Ivy back to our house please. I have a police matter to attend to.”

Isabella smiles at me, “Thank you.”

I nod and turn to leave, fuming so much I think they might see smoke coming from my ears.

I head straight to the police station.

Standing at reception, I wait since the officer manning the desk is on the phone, ordering food.

She hangs up, “Sorry about that. How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see, “Jack Dobson, the Chief of Police.”

An amused expression crosses her face, “Do you have an appointment?”

I stand up straighter, trying to look intimidating, although I know I don’t.

“Could you let him know Mercy Madison, Gilbert Madison’s daughter is here to see him. We’ll leave that choice up to him.”

“Sure,” she says with a sarcastic tone.

I’m not worried. I know very well he’ll be willing to see me. My dad’s name carries quite a bit of weight. Chief Dobson started the force in New York with my dad. I know his entire family. Besides, if he refused to see me, my next step would be to get my dad involved. But I don’t think it will come to that.

He comes out of his office with the police officer.

“Mercy Madison. My God I don’t think I’ve seen you since you were twelve. You have become quite the beauty.”

I giggle, “Thank you, Jackie.” I flash a sarcastic smile to the officer.

“Come to my office.”

I nod and follow him, taking a seat in front of his desk.

“What brings you here today?”

“I have a friend that has a stalker. Your officer’s refuse to help her get a restraining order until he turns violent. I want her to be protected. Also, I think their piss poor attitude could be addressed.”

He raises an eyebrow as I tell him everything the officers say.

I hand him the paper with the names and badge numbers of the officers at Isabella’s house today.

“You do know that a restraining order will not necessarily protect her? It just makes it more serious for the offender if he continues to harass her.”

“I know it may not deter him. But it’s the only thing that can be done. It’s a simple thing that requires little work. When an officer acts like this, it only makes a victim feel more powerless. This is exactly why women don’t report crimes. Because often the men in charge victimize them all over again.”

He smiles, “Then let’s give your friend a little power back. Can you write down her information for me? I’ll arrange for it. Also, I will talk to my officers about their behavior.”

I hand him the paper with Isabella’s information.

“Thank you, Jackie. You’re the best. I appreciate your help and I know Isabella and Xander will too.”

I shake his hand and head out to my car, ignoring the officer at the front desk. She pissed me off.

“Call Isabella,” I tell the car, and it dials her number. Isn’t technology just fantastic?

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, it’s Mercy.”

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