The call came in just after midnight. “Please… come quick. There’s someone in my room.”
The call came in just after midnight. “Please… come quick. There’s someone in my room.” The dispatcher frowned — the voice was small, frightened. A five-year-old girl. Her parents insisted she was imagining things, just another episode of overactive imagination, but the officer on duty trusted his gut. There was something in the girl’s voice,…