"911. What's your emergency?" "He came for her. She's been shot," says a desperate voice, as footsteps echo down an alley. "She's dying." "Oh no, oh no, he's coming back. Please, come quickly--" And then a click, and the drone of a dial tone. The beautiful young woman on the stretcher could be on her honeymoon. Chestnut hair tumbles around a pretty face, rose petals...