Police were in and out of her space looking for any other indications of what happened to Renee throughout her lifetime with her family and all too many times she was too scared to speak.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble your family could be in if they’re half-breeds?” an officer, far too big for his uniform, proposed.
Part of her wanted to answer him, while the defiant part persuaded Renee to bite her lip.
“Uh-huh,” he blew raspberries. “If you do have anything else to share you can always do it anonymously.”
Renee couldn’t stop herself from shaking her head.
… That’s not going to happen.
“No? Why?”
Renee watched the cop pivot to face her.
“Are you dense?” Percilla snarled. “She’s afraid of you.”
“Afraid of me?” the cop huffed. “I’m the last person to be afraid of.”
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