"I'm sorry miss this number is for emergencies only. If you want to get an object returned after a police seizure then you need to call the department directly not 911." She hangs up on you. With some internet searching you find the correct number and dial. It rings, "Please wait for the first available detective, if you know your case number please have it ready." Elevator music begins.

A man answers the call, "Edmund police station detective Spencer speaking." Yes we had items from that case they went on auction this morning. I don't have the information to which items were sold to whom but I know the entire lot was sold. When an item is seized owners have a grace period of 48 hours to contact us before auction. Since I'm guessing this is the first call you made, the items have new private owners." He hangs up on you.

Down the hall to the right of your door you hear giggling. Peering outside your door you see them. The three nieces alive, but all beat to hell. All three of them had to be carried. The giggling coming from Jamie. She was broken.  Your guess was she wasn't coming back to the real world any time soon. Amanda was making sure they each got to their room. She was calling 911.

"Hello yes I need two ambulances. The address is ...... "

Frank and his wife came out of their room. "What the hell is all... Mother of god what happened?" 
The wife went into drama mode. "Ahhh! My girls! Don't worry mother is here I will look out for you!" Her phone rings. "Hello? Denice? Darling how are you? Oh I'm fine. Yes I'm still stuck in hillbilly hell. Oh he did what?" She walked into her room and shut the door.