Chapter 82
Cianne stood in the cold dimly lit room while several men spoke the words that would likely haunt her for as long as she lived. "Where are you, you little whore?" Each man said, one after the other. None of them sounded like the voice of the one who gave the orders.
It had been almost two weeks since Tristan rescued her and the police were no closer to finding the ones responsible. She listened closely to the last man recite the words and shook her head when the detective looked at her. The voice was familiar but it wasn't the one she heard that first day or that awful night. Tristan squeezed her hand. Like her, he couldn't ID anyone positively.
Det. Malone led the two of them through a maze of desks to get to his office. Cianne sat in the chair that faced Det. Malone. Tristan sat down in the chair beside her.