Warning: The following chapter includes a character being put under the influence of rohypnol (GHB), may cause triggers. (Last one, I promise!) The next day, Nina was working on her novel when there was a knock on her door. Getting up, Pickle growled. That put Nina on alert, and she looked out the peephole to see the county prosecutor. She answered it. “Doctor Moreno?” She nodded. He smiled and held his hand out, “I’m the Assistant District Attorney, Mark Sutton. We spoke the other day on the phone.” She shook it, “Yes. Please come in,” and moved aside to let him in. He stepped inside as she closed the door, “Can I get you some coffee?” watching as he removed his shoes. He was not a tall man at about five-foot seven with black hair and brown eyes wearing an expensive Armani suit tailo

