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I et dressed

I didn’t want to think about Vaughn I didn’t want to analyze the bureau’s questions There was one place I could go to escape all of that A place where wo for et back at the men who hurt them Who made them feel lesser Who used them Who punished them

I h, or Jeremy or whoever in the hell he was, but he couldn’t stopafter Senator Mitcherson and men like him

I felt bad for the cases that came across my desk today

Chapter Twenty-five

Another week passed I called it hell Other people called it Monday through Friday I tugged onand the case load I had on Lana Foley My heels echoed in the hall I hadn’t bothered to change intoshoes when I left my office

Professor Harrison’s building was in one of the prominent parts of campus A place that was allotted for the noble For the professors who had accolades behind their names

I knocked on Max’s door

He walked around his desk to greet me

“Don’t you look stunning today” He led me inside

The couard I didn’t bother to thank his in the past week I had enough energy to get h to kick ass while I was there and then enough to get home

After that I spent the night locked in my room ine One, sometimes two bottles I switched from re

d to white I didn’t care As long as it helped et, I didn’t care about any of it

Max had an oval table in the corner of his office It orn I i statements here Researched historical cases Mentored soraduates It should have felt like an honor to sit on one side while he sat on the other The h it

I handed him a copy of one of the files I made It had the latest transcript from Lana’s statements