Late the next day, Dallas sat in his office. In front of him were two files. Both of them disturbed him, for completely different reasons.
The first file contained the police and medical reports about what had happened to Jennifer Marie Sawyer. Dallas had read the details about Jenny’s attack with a knot in his stomach, and by the time he’d finished, he was f*****g livid.
It was with savage glee that he found out that three of the men involved were now dead – one in a prison fight, one in some drugs mess, the last one shot by a cop during an armed robbery – and the last guy was currently in jail. It seemed that after years of assault and battery and r**e, he’d finally graduated to murder and the state had seen fit to stick his ass in prison for a nice, long stretch.
Dallas didn’t thin
