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Sloan’s raspy voice asks from the other end of the line.
    “Yes,” I bite my bottom lip.
    Fear rushes through every nerve ending in my body as I wait to hear the words from Sloan. His email already broke the bad news, but I still hold hope for justice. Luke looks over at me, waiting to start the car, a puzzled look etched across his face. In my desire to pleasure him last night, I’d forgotten to tell him about the email.
    “You got my email?”
    I close my eyes, “I know who my attacker was, Mr. Sloan. What further evidence does your department need?”
    Sloan sighs on the other end, “I’m sorry, Miss Hendricks. There was no evidence in the house to indicate that Baptiste was your attacker. Campus cameras didn’t identify him, no witness has reliably placed him at your home, he has a solid alibi, and now he’s employed a typically aggressive lawyer, who has us unable to move. There’s really nothing more we can do.”
    Rage courses through my body, “Nothing you can do? The man who tried to rape and kill me just gets to walk the streets, probably destined to rape other women? And there’s nothing your fucking department can do?”
    Luke stares at me, wide eyed and angry. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turn white. I can only imagine what he’s thinking, and judging from the look on his face, I probably don’t want to know.
    “Miss Hendricks,” Sloan tries to console, “I really am sorry. I wish there was more that I could do, but my hands are bound. If you’d like, set up an appointment to come and discuss what’s involved in filing a restraining order against him.”
    My face is red, and I am unable to hide the disdain in my voice, “You really think a piece of paper will keep that evil prick from attacking me again? Why the hell can’t you convict him on my statement?”
    There’s a pause and I hear Sloan flicking a lighter on the other end of the line, which just pisses me off even more. The man can’t spend a few minutes on the phone to respect what this means to me, without lighting one up. I privately hope he burns himself.
    “Look, I’ve done everything I can. Baptiste’s alibi is solid. The officers on your case… none of them are saying that you weren’t assaulted, Ms. Hendricks. We take these matters seriously. But, perhaps, in all of the excitement of the assault… Is there any chance you’ve misidentified your your attacker?”
    Oh that’s it…
    “Excitement!? Fuck you!” I yell into my phone before punching the end button.
    Turning, I pitch the phone to the back of the car, wishing it would shatter to pieces. I sit back in my chair in a huff, incapable of seeing anything through a haze of angry tears welling up in my eyes.
    “I know of a way to ensure that Derrick doesn’t come around ever again,” Luke finally mutters after a long period of silence.
    “How? The cops won’t do anything.”
    Luke stares straight ahead, “I wasn’t talking about involving the cops. I have… well, let’s just say I know of a few guys from my old street life that owe me a favor or two.”
    I feel a chill at hearing his words and arch an eyebrow, “What are you trying to say, baby?”
    Luke turns and looks at me with a matter of fact expression, “I’m saying that I can make sure Derrick doesn’t exist. He’ll never hurt you again.”
    I swallow a lump that has suddenly formed in my throat, “You’re scaring me.”
    Luke reaches over and pulls me to him, “I know insects that deserve better. He’s dangerous. Just say you want him gone, and I’ll make some calls.”
    It takes me longer to answer him than I would like to admit. Sniffing, I consider everything he has just offered and what he’s revealed about his past, and draw a conclusion. I tilt my head up and look deeply into his hazel eyes. He doesn’t even look like my Luke right now. Instead, he looks like some handsome creature, consumed with bloodlust. He looks wild, and serious, and damn it