For a moment, Officer Charles Hilary was back in the robbery scene at Greenfield. There was the spontaneous flashing of lights and the horrified screaming of people as they scampered away from the chaos. The officers from NYPD were scattered around the scene like grains of sand in the seashore, trying to catch the bad guys. But everyone was careful. No one wanted to be martyred tonight. While others hid in the shadows, waiting for who was going to make the first move before they joined in. Their fear of the unknown would not allow them to follow their instincts, Detective Yolanda Hamilton had evaded the barricade they had set up and had smuggled himself into the bank which was being robbed. He was quick, like a fox in the woods. An operation that had lasted for almost a full hour was busted in seconds and the bad guys were caught and brought to books. The following day, the boss had asked to see Detective Hamilton, and that had been the beginning of his journey to fame. Officer Cha

Yolanda Hamilton was an attractive-looking woman in his late twenties. She had black, unruly hair, dark blue eyes, an elegant body that could fit right into any feminine dress, and a warm smile. With looks straight from Hollywood, the men were constantly roaming all over him like fleas. Perhaps the only thing that put some of them at bay was the fact that she was an officer of the law who could easily have them locked up for assault. Growing up as an only child had made Yolanda rather defensive and this played out in her interactions with people. She was the kind of woman who stood his ground even if it meant fighting alone. Today, Yolanda had come to work disturbed. The events of the past night still replayed in her mind, although now, it seemed more of a dream than reality. She sat before the computer screen in her booth staring blankly at it for almost half an hour before he suddenly came to himself as she felt a presence around her."Hey, Yolanda. What's up?" A familiar voice sa