Big City Blues, Chap. 3

Jude was afraid. Very afraid. There was nothing very comforting about living in a big city all by himself in a tiny broken-into apartment in the first place, but with Jon, who was still unconscious, being drugged, and someone replacing the coat and hat, it felt like someone was tormenting him on purpose.
But he had time to think about that later - right now, the most important thing he needed to do was to make sure Jon got some help. He wasn't much good at CPR, so the only thing left to do was to call 911.
"Hello, you've reached the New York City Police Department," A kind sounding woman answered his phone call.
"Hello. Um, the apartment's security guard is unconscious... I think he's been drugged. And the apartment I'm living in has been broken into. I'm not sure if I'm imagining things, but could you please send over some help?" Jude begged.
"Calm down, honey. I'm sending over a car right away. What's the address?" The kind sounding woman asked. And then it hit him. He didn't know where he lived. NYC was a big maze filled with dark alleys, corners, twists and turns and unbeaten paths.... And where was he? Certainly not in the glamorous Manhattan, not in the centre with the stores and the restaurants and the people like he saw on TV.
"Um... I'm not sure, exactly. Do you know where BuyPoint Supermarket is?" He asked, glancing at the grocery store beside him.
"Yes, we'll be right there." The woman answered, and hung up the phone, leaving Jude breathless and confused by the sudden discovery that he really was lost in one of the biggest cities in the world.
Approximately five minutes later, a police car showed up, and out of it came three people:

A bald, round man, who identified himself as Officer Pentle, and was followed by two paramedics who immediately took Jon the security guard away to a hospital.
A younger seeming, dark skinned policeman, who Jude thought looked like the ideal policeman that they showed on TV shows.
And a brunette woman, who Jude could tell was the kind woman he talked to on the phone. She approached him.
"Hey, sweetie. Can you tell me your name?" She asked softly.
"Um, yeah. Jude." He answered uncertainly.
"Okay, I'm Ann, and that's Chace," She said, pointing to the younger man.
"Um, hello." Jude answered.
"Are you okay?" Ann wondered.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Jude assured her. But fine was the opposite of how he felt.
"Okay, then. If you don't mind, Chace is going to ask you some questions. We need a statement, you see. Will you follow him down to the police station?" She asked. Jude nodded. It was going to be a long night.