Chapter Thirty-three
“DNA isn’t a match,” Jenny, from the CSI unit, informed
Nancy.
Kicking her feet off the desk, Nancy stood and grabbed the
file from Jenny.
“Are you sure?”
Jenny quirked her eyebrows at Nancy and crossed her arms.
“Of course you’re sure.” Nancy looked at the file and then
back at Jenny. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. Your r****t is Hep C positive, and Carl isn’t.”
“What? Shit.” That’s all they needed. Now Nancy had the
shitty job of informing all of the victims of this new development. Not only
had they been brutalized, but now they could contract Hep C. It meant another
added charge once they found the bastard, but the idea that they would need to
be constantly tested for Hep C added another element of fear to the attack.
“He wore a condom, but that doesn’t mea
