I’m a bastard in so many ways for putting my loved ones through this grief. Rachel may forgive me one day…she’s still considered my sister, but Summer, I won’t blame her for hating me forever. Perhaps it was better that she hated me, than hold some kind of hope out for me…that I would return to her, make her happy, and live happily ever after with her. Than for her to find out the truth. ***** Lamar, an FBI giant with muscles everywhere, packed up the computer equipment from the van securely and loaded it into an unidentifiable vehicle. It was the last of the valuable hardware that had to go to the lab for data analysis. “Good job, Rookie,” Lamar’s booming deep voice said, while he slapped me on the back hard enough to make my teeth chatter. “We have the evidence we need to bring a suit against the ring. Then you can send that mother fucking psycho to prison where he belongs. No more tormenting young women with blackmailed photos of them, no more stalking celebrities and hacking into their accounts.
