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After more than 27 years as a cop, she grown used to such middle of the night summonses. But tonight, filling in for her partner, she hoped to avoid catching any calls.
She grabs her phone off the bedside table and slips into the kitchen trying not to wake her husband, Cecil, a fellow officer, who just gotten home from his shift about an hour before.
Davis, 49, scribbles a few details on a notepad she keeps on the kitchen counter just for calls like this. She tells the lieutenant she meet the victim at Southwest Medical Center where the woman can be examined.
Davis takes a quick shower to wake up then dresses in typical summer work attire jeans, tennis shoes and a tan polo shirt with an Oklahoma City Police Sex Crimes unit logo.
She takes a quick look in the mirror and is thankful once again for her short hairstyle that only needs a quick brush to look presentable. She notices the gray is peeking through the brown and makes a mental note that she needs to get it colored again soon. She throws on a blue windbreaker, slips the lanyard holding her police badge around her neck and clips the holster carrying her 9 mm Smith and Wesson to her belt.
Before she heads out the door, she wakes Cecil with a hand on his shoulder to let him know she leaving, a routine they developed during their 17 year marriage. As a member of the department tactical team, he had plenty of his own late night call outs.
He mumbles an OK, tells her to be careful and that he loves her.
From experience, Davis knows this will probably come to nothing. Almost once a month it seems the department gets a complaint like this against an officer, almost always involving a person upset over getting arrested.
Davis knows that most of the allegations prove false. Almost always, it an angry suspect looking to get out of jail or get back at what they perceive as an overly aggressive cop.
Of the dozen or so cases she investigated over the years, none had resulted in charges being filed.
She knows the truth typically works itself out pretty quickly, usually as soon as she interviews the alleged victim. Typically, liars can keep their story straight.
The woman is alone, sitting up in a hospital bed quietly crying. She wearing jeans, a white, collarless blouse and tennis shoes. The woman wipes her eyes and straightens up.
To Davis, she looks like somebody grandmother.
Davis introduces herself, tells the woman she a sex crimes detective, that she be investigating her claims and that she wants to hear her story.
Between sobs, the woman, Jannie Ligons, recounts her night.
She tells Davis how she been playing cards and dominoes at a friend house and was on her way home when she saw a police car pull up next to her red Pontiac Grand Am then fall back and pull in behind her. When the officer flashed his emergency lights, Ligons said she quickly pulled over. Ligons tells Davis she smoked a little marijuana earlier that night but hadn been drinking.
Ligons details how the officer told her she been swerving and ordered her out of her car. She said he asked her to walk back to his car,
told her she looked like she been drinking and asked whether she had any alcohol in the car. He told her he take her to jail if she lied. She told him she didn
He patted her down, ordered her to sit in his backseat and searched her car, she tells Davis.
Ligons tells Davis the assault began a few minutes later when the officer returned to his patrol car. First, Ligons says, he ordered her to lift her shirt and bra then shined a flashlight on her exposed breasts. Next, he ordered her to lower her jeans. At first, she says, she thought he was kidding. Then, fear set in.
Through tears, Ligons tells Davis she begged the officer, saying, not supposed to do this.
Eventually, he forced her to perform oral sex, she says, at one point telling her to hurry up, that he just gotten off work and was tired.
She tells Davis how she spent much of the assault staring at the officer holstered sidearm and avoiding looking at his name badge. She says she feared for her life. No way she thought an officer would be that bold and let his victim live to talk, she tells Davis. She even asked the officer at one point if he was going to kill her, Ligons says.
She describes her attacker as white, between 35 and 45 years old, 5 foot 7 to 5 foot 9 inches tall, with a thick build and blond hair.
Right away, Davis remembers a similar case from a few weeks before where a woman claimed she been assaulted by a muscular officer. Another detective in the sex crimes unit, Rocky Gregory, had investigated the allegation, but Davis wasn sure what had come of it. She makes a mental note to follow up with Gregory when she gets to the office.
Davis knows she needs to keep an open mind. Look for physical evidence. Determine indisputable facts. Build a solid case. She a long way from proving anything, but right away she senses this incident is different from her previous cases involving officers accused of sexual misconduct. The victim doesn appear drunk or high. She not combative. She clearly doesn look like a prostitute or serious drug abuser, often the type of women who file complaints against officers. Instead, she a part time day care worker and the mother of four grown children.
The woman also appears to be in shock.
Davis knows that not unusual for a rape victim, but it is for someone making a bogus charge.
And, Davis thinks, this woman looks scared to death,
still trembling hours after the attack. Davis believes this woman when she says she thought she was going to die.