When I received a chilling phone call from a sobbing friend asking for help last Saturday, it snapped me out of my funk a little.  She didn’t know where she was, and gave me clues.  “Past a craft store,” “There’s just a stop sign, no street sign,” “There’s no light and I can’t see anything,” “It says 1 Hall on the mailbox,” “They said I’m in Nicholasville,” “It’s a double wide on the corner,” “The guy’s name is somethingsomething,” and I made note of it, thinking I’d be able to look in the phone book, pick the address, look at a map and go right to her.

     I drove real fast, with Zacque riding shotgun.

     Onward to Nicholasville, Kentucky.

     “Please help me!  I don’t want to be here!  They won’t let me leave!” said the voice.  Shortly thereafter, there was a struggle.  A few moments later, the cell number she called from called back, and I answered to an insane woman hurling nothing but psychotic abuse.  Then a man… They hung up on me.
     There was no answer on the phone after that, and I drove faster.

     There was no such name in the phone book.  I was frantic.

     By 4:30AM, after driving every road in Jessamine County, I called 911 and told them what was going on to see if they could offer any assistance.

     At around 6AM, I met a Nicholasville police officer who took the incident very seriously.  While they gather the report during shift change, we were invited into the squad room and I detailed everything I’d heard so far.

     The officers took it very seriously, and set out to find her en masse.

     Finally, something hit in NCIC.

     “Sir, request permission to leave the county, sir!” said a young officer.
     “Permission granted!  I hope you find her!” replied his commanding officer.

     With Zacque and I following close behind, we made it to the residence at speeds just under 80mph.

     The officer made note of license plates, cars, and scouted the scene prior to entry.  With Zacque and I at the bottom of the steps and to the right, the officer standing top and left, he knocked.

     I was so relieved…

     There she was.

     Missing person found.

     And she was safe

     Upon leaving, the officer quickly made note of drugs and paraphernalia and said, “Ya know, that’s this county’s problem.”
     I shook his hand, and wanted out so quickly that I never got to thank them properly.

     And so, to the Kentucky’s Nicholasville Police Department, I salute you.

     You guys were professional, courteous, and incredibly efficient given the lack of information we had.  You did the jobs incredibly well, and I most humbly appreciate your assistance.