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Gina enraptures herself in the most seductive strands of 
clothing the precinct undercover collection has to offer. 
Kip swings a pointed cup bra around his index finger while 
glancing in the box. “Try this on.”
She gives him a push. Her 9 millimeter is visible under her 
thigh strap. “I’m nervous enough about this job.”
Berg nervously pushes Kip to the side. “You’ll be fine. 
I’ll have your back the whole time.”
“I bet you will.” Kip walks off after looks from both of 
them.
“Are you sure? Not only am I a stranger to being away 
from my desk, but now undercover trying to seduce a rapist?”
“He’ll melt in your hands.”
“Berg.”
“What? I’m serious. You’re a knock out in this get up.” 
Their eyes meet for a significant moment.
“You better be there for me.”
“Always.”
Gina walks toward the door. Berg stares in awe. “I hope 
I can concentrate on my job.”
Above the park, the rapist makes himself comfortable on 
the roof down the road. The park is calm and peaceful, the 
trees still. His deep breaths are unsettling as he spits peanut 
shells on the roofs surface. 
From his position, Gina can be seen strutting along toward a 
bench. The rapist perks up. “Well well, a show.”
Gina stretches nervously and peers in each direction after 
taking a seat on the faded wooden bench.
The rapist gets a better view with his binoculars. He chews 
noisily and chuckles. “Legs. Nice.” 
Gina crosses her legs, looks over her shoulder and places 
her purse on the bench.
“Rack. Nice.” He continues his noisy chewing and breathing 
while becoming concerned. “What do we have here?” He 
scans the area. A reflection off a car bumper yards away. 
In the driver seat sits Berg crouched down, also with binoculars.      
Gina slowly stands. Berg lifts himself up while watching her 
and whispering. “No Gina. Stay. We can’t give up yet.”
She walks toward the swings. “This is crazy.” A nervous pace.