Once I'd gotten my new place settled, I went to the police.
The traces of sleeping-pill residue in the soil of that houseplant, the camera I'd quietly installed, and the chat logs Vicky had forwarded me all became evidence against the two of them.
The case was classified as a civil matter, since I hadn't actually come to any real harm.
But at the very least, it left a sizable mark on both their records.
The two of them were detained for three days.
The company fired them over it as well.
Word was that during his days at the police station, Aaron kept hollering that he wanted to see me.
"Where's Serena? I want to see Serena! I didn't do anything wrong. What right do you have to lock me up? There's no way Serena would have the heart to let you take me in! You're just abusing your powe
