“911, What is your emergency?”
“Hello? Help me, please! They took my sister! Please hurry, I don’t know where they are. I can’t find them.” *rustling noise* *yells something* “Oh my god—oh my god. Piper!”
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down so that I can understand you.”
“Okay…” *crying*
“Who took your sister?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know them. Two guys. Dupont knows them, I—”
“Miss, what is the address? Where are you?”
“The theater on Pike, the Five Dollar…” *crying* “They took my phone, I’m calling from inside the theater.”
“Wait right where you are, someone is going to be there to help shortly. Can you tell me what your name is?”
*crying*
“What is your name? Hello…?”
*crying, indecipherable noises*
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Iris…”
“What is your sister’s name, Iris? And how old is she?”
“Piper. She’s fifteen.”
“Is she your older sister or younger sister… Iris, can you hear me?”
“We’re twins. They just put her in a car and drove away. Please hurry.”
“Can you tell me what kind of vehicle they were driving?”
“I don’t know…”
“—a van, or a sedan—?”
“It was blue and long. I can’t remember.”
“Did it have four doors or two… Iris?”
“Four.”
“And how many men were there?”
“Three.”
“I’m going to stay on the line with you until the officers get there.”
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