Chapter Ten
Poisons of the past.
Working as a cop for over ten years in New York had equipped me with a strong distrust of the press. Every time I’d worked a crime scene, particularly homicides or violent assaults, the press would be there in minutes, hovering like scavengers for scraps of ruined lives. Nothing sells news like fear, and the media preys on the psyche of the public, using images of death and destruction to grab attention.
They’d do whatever was necessary to get the story, even if it means breaking the law and trampling on people’s rights. They were also loaded with gossip, hoping to gain stature with their peers and their readers or viewers. In my opinion, they were no better than criminals.
Then I met Sarah, and everything changed.
I first met the woman who would becom
