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Sometimes he tied her up When she heard her door open, she whi he wouldn’t tie her this tiht, she wouldn’t, if he just didn’t tie her up If he just didn’t hold his hand over her mouth, she wouldn’t scream or call out

“Where’s irl?”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as his hands slipped under the sheets, poking, probing, pinching She could smell his breath on her face, sweet, like candy

His fingers ra down hard over her mouth as she drew in breath to scream She couldn’t help it

“Be quiet” His breath was co arousal she didn’t understand His fingers dug into her cheeks where bruises would forirl”

She couldn’t hear his grunts for the screa inside her head She screamed it over and over and over

No, Daddy No, Daddy

“No!” The scream ripped out of Eve’s throat as she reared up in bed Gooseflesh prickled on her claed the blankets up

Didn’t remember Wouldn’t remember, she coainst the She could will it away—had done so before—until there was nothing left but the faint nausea

Still shaky, she got up, wrapped herself in her robe to combat the chill In the bath she ran water over her face until she was breathing evenly again Steadier, she got herself a tube of Pepsi, huddled back into bed, and switched on one of the twenty-four-hour news stations

And settled down to wait

It was the lead story at six AM, the headline read by a cat-eyed Nadine Eve was already dressed when the call ca her to Cop Central

chapter seventeen

Whatever personal satisfaction Eve felt on finding herself part of the team who questioned Simpson, she hid it well In deference to his position, they used the office of Security Adation area

The clear wrap of s and the glossy acrylic table didn’t negate the fact that Si of sweat above his top lip indicated he knew just how deep