Chapter Thirty-two
Nancy had the pleasure of walking Drake Hogan into
booking. Dragging the struggling woman through the front of the jail was a
choice Nancy made the minute Hogan spit at her. She’d intended to take the
underground access, but the cussing woman had earned herself a perp walk right
in front of the waiting reporters and cameras outside the jail. Vindictive?
Maybe. However, Hogan was some kind of evil that needed to be outed for what
she’d done to an innocent woman like Addie Blake.
Nancy would never forget the look in Addie’s eyes when
they’d met the first time. The hollowed-out expression, the torment that she
wore like a gown as she’d asked Nancy, why her? It was the same with all
victims, but Hogan was the perpetrator of this little vignette. She’d put all
the
