Fire at Dawn1987

New Orleans ghetto doctor Brittany Schellenegger befriended criminals. Police lieutenant Hammer Curry arrested them. She rushed about in sleep creased skirts; the dashing detective sported neatly pressed trousers. Worst of all, to Brittany's chagrin, she was falling in love with the very man who could put her behind bars for a crime she didn't commit. Hammer had a job to do, but his overwhelming urge was to protect Brittany. From the moment his eyes met her sparkling green gaze, he knew she was innocent. Or was he merely proving that love, like justice, is blind?