<div style="text-align: left"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fst-listas.20minutos.es%2Fimages%2F2016-07%2F412471%2F5005050_640px.jpg%3F1467412354&amp;hash=170c1771c5b5a5c2e29bb9b08699ce34" href="https://st-listas.20minutos.es/images/2016-07/412471/5005050_640px.jpg?1467412354" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jake Malone</a> sat on the fire escape with his dog, watching the girl weave her way down the street.  She was dressed to kill.  Quite literally, at this time of night and in this neighborhood.  Her blonde hair shown like a beacon every time she walked under a street lamp.  Glancing down the street, he could see the local gang gathering.  And some of them had noticed the flash of gold coming their way.  This was not good.  She was like a lamb headed to the slaughter.  Picking up Snoopy, he put the beagle in the living room window and reached in for his gun and badge.​</div><br/>"What are you doing, Jake.  You're off duty and she's not your responsibility.  Call someone that IS on duty."  Old man Flanagan was sitting on the fire escape landing above his, watching the drama on the street play out.<br/><br/>"Yes, you're right Mr. Flanagan.  But by the time a squad car gets here, it might be too late," Jake replied, holstering the gun and clipping the badge to his belt.  "But would you please call the precinct for me, sir?"<br/><br/>The old man grumbled, but fished around in his pocket for his phone.  Meanwhile, Jake slid down the fire escape and took a route to intercept the girl before she got too far towards the gang.  He noticed she was wearing sneakers, an odd choice of footwear for someone who was elegantly dressed otherwise.  The sneakers would certainly make it easier for running, though he hoped that wasn't going to be necessary.  He had a gun, but so did so many other people in this city.<br/><br/>"Excuse me miss, but this is not a good time to be walking around these streets alone.  Do you need an escort home?"<br/><br/>When she turned his way and flashed a dazzling smile, he in turn opened his coat to flash his badge so that she would know he wasn't a perv.  But from the look in her eyes, he wasn't sure she had heard him.  That smirk was as if she was in on a joke no one else knew about.  The woman had the face of a movie star, but that wasn't going to carry much weight with the gang members she was headed towards.  Jake placed a hand on her arm to keep her from continuing in the direction of the gang.<br/><br/>"Please miss, let's not go that way.  If you could tell me where you live, I'll help you get home."