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The sun was already sinking on the horizon by the time we finished talking to Tank’s friend, Officer Benson.
We were in a corner office, sitting across from him at his desk. Tank was on my left, and Luther sat on my right, still in his half‑torn shirt, splashed with Rick’s blood. His hand rested on the back of my chair like he owned the space around me.
I'd been here before to talk about the Vipers. Officer Benson was patient. He never rushed me or judged me. He was the only reason I was reporting Rick at all. If it had been anyone else, I might have let it go. I'd seen too many women have their assault accusations thrown back in their faces because of something stupid, like a short skirt, or whatever other excuse people clung to when they wanted to blame the victim.
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