This- this is terrible. I suspect it's some sort of sex fetish about women in peril, because the million things that could be solved by just calling a squad to arrest a murderer, instead of sending a meter maid by herself so she can almost die every time, make the mental gymnastics to justify the plot Olympics-worthy.
I quit at the point where the protagonist was interrupted during the chase for a murderer by a kid who had been run over by a car. Instead of calling an ambulance, like a normal person would, the main character decides that she should carry the kid on her back to the hospital. And it's not the only instance of the writer apparently not knowing, or ignoring for the sake of plot convenience, very basic, logical things.