Page 2 of The Survivor


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Because true crime girls knew another thing.

Police officers were the most likely profession to abuse their spouses. Followed in short order by corrections officers and military men.

Interestingly enough, the fourth position went to nurses. The only position that was mostly dominated by women.

Further down the list, you had wrestlers—especially of the MMA variety—hockey players, and football players. No surprise there. Aggressive professions attracted aggressive men.

Statistics don’t lie.

“Miss Yates?” the officer asked again, making me shake off my swirling thoughts.

Why was I thinking about this crap right now?

“Yes?” I asked, just barely resisting the urge to apologize.

“Detective Vaughn is here to speak to you.”

Right.

Detective Vaughn.

I’d been vaguely aware of someone talking about him. Because this was one ofhiscases. I had no idea what that meant. And I hadn’t exactly given it much thought as I hugged my blanket tighter around my shoulders.

Someone had brought it to me.

But I couldn’t remember who or when.

Probably the pretty female officer they’d brought in to make me feel less intimidated by the swarms of men around.

Even with its familiar warmth wrapped around me, I felt little shivers coursing through me as the moments stretched on.

I felt oddly in and out of my body at the same time.

I should have been overwhelmed with sensations. Fear, adrenaline, shock, upset, and, yes, pain. There should have been pain.

I couldn’t seem to find those feelings, though. They seemed like they were there, just buried too deep for me to reach.

Maybe I should have been glad for that.

But it was unsettling to feel so… calm.

“Miss Yates?” another voice called.

This was a more pleasant voice. All deep, yet gentle. Masculine in that commanding way, but not aggressive.

From my position on the couch, I was eye level with his gray slacks.

Gray slacks.

Black belt.

Black shoes.

White shirt.

The white shirt didn’t look as pressed as you’d expect from a detective. But it was late. Maybe he wasn’t on duty. They may have called and woken him up to come down here.

But why?

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