Just the staccato sound of a tape being played. The voice of an anguished young woman filled the room. “He broke my door. He broke the whole back door in… .” A second voice, apparently that of a 911 operator, interrupted her: “And then he left and he came back?” “Then he came and he practically knocked my upstairs door down, but he pounded it and then he screamed and hollered and I tried to get him out of the bedroom ‘cause the kids were sleeping there… .” “What the hell is this?” I asked Suzanne. “Nicole,” she replied without taking her eyes from the screen. “A 911 tape.” “What 911 tape?”
