Storming into the 21th precinct, a small woman immediately marches up to the front desk. Sg. Platt noticing the furious expression on her face, tries to reassure her - "Hey, Elizabeth. He's ok, he's fine. Don't worry, he is upstairs." Eyebrows drawn together, the corners of her mouth pulled down. The woman hisses - "I swear to God, I'm going to kill him, if he isn't already dead!"
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