“I swear to you, we’re doing everything we can to get to the bottom of this,” Special Agent Marquez insisted.
Cayla bit back the bitter laugh that wanted to spill out. “I came to you six years ago because I believed you’d be able to see that he was stopped and punished for all the people he’d hurt. You assured me you would. Yet here we are, with him out of the cage on some kind of technicality, free to go back to exactly what he was doing before. Except instead of strangers, he’s doing it to me. To my husband. To my friends. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t think your best is currently good enough.”
Was her accusation harsh and unfair? Maybe. But she was beyond giving a damn. The past couple of weeks had shown her exactly how poor the protections she’d put into place really were. Art
