Minding my business while walking to the local pharmacy in plain clothes to buy items that I needed, I'm trained to always be on alert. A habit that I have, I'm always checking cars, memorizing license plates, and taking note of descriptions of any suspicious persons that I see. Not uncommon in any big city, between the police sirens, fire sirens, car burglar alarms, and beeping horns, a cacophony of noise, able to distinguish and isolate one from the other, I heard a woman scream for help. An emergency, her screams sounded, pleadingly desperate.

"Help! Stop! Don't! Don't you touch me! Get away from me! How dare you? Who do...