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"Daniels, if you don't arrest her now, I'll have no choice but to turn it into the city council and suggest that you have your badge turned in. I could easily find a replacement," the mayor sneers and looks behind me at Adam. "And someone that isn't your carbon copy when it comes to not seeking justice."

I even know that's a crock of shit because should anything happen to the sheriff, the chief deputy immediately takes his place, and then it goes down the line. It's just like if something were to happen to the President of the United States, the Vice-President is up next to be in charge.

Considering he's the damn mayor and has been seemingly involved in politics for the majority of his life, he knows this too but he's using his power to threaten my father and his position as Sheriff. As his daughter, I don't like that one fucking bit.

While anger takes over my body, which as of late, has been happening a lot recently, I release Adam's hand as I step around my father and right into Mayor Brinker's face. It causes him to back up a few steps in alarm and I feel my dad reach for my arm but I jerk it away out of his grasp.

"Mayor Brinker, are you threatening my father?"

"Uhh," he stumbles over his words, still surprised that I approached him in such a manner.

"Are you threatening him, seeking justice, but at the expense of going against the policy of the sheriff's department? You speak of the laws the law yet you don't want to follow it yourself simply because it goes against your agenda. Typical politician. The biggest fucking scum of the earth," I spit, looking down at him with disgust.

"Excuse me, I won't be talked to that way. Where did you learn your manners and weren't you taught to respect your elders?"

I snort, amused with his bitching about not receiving respect when the mother fucker doesn't know the first thing about it.

"I was taught respect by someone who instilled it in my brain that respect is earned, not automatically given. And you, Mr. Mayor, don't have my respect. Not even the slightest. And you want to know why?" I challenge him, taking another step towards him until he's leaning back against Adam's desk.

Within just the last few minutes I've put together what I assume happened thirteen years ago. You see, at first after Adam's side of the story, I had wondered how I had never heard about it before. That if I had been sexually assault with attempted rape, why my parent's didn't press charges? Why on that next Monday, was Josh not in jail? Why did no one bring it up at school? Around town? I mean shit, news like that would be sure to travel fast.

But then as I thought of all those questions, I remember exactly who Josh's father was at the time. I recalled that there were many times, even while we were dating, where Josh would seem to get away with certain things that most kids his age, such as Adam, who would get in serious trouble for.

No, Josh's dear old daddy would get him out of his bind, making sure it disappeared.

I guess that was a perk you had as a city attorney with seemingly every one of importance under your thumb due to fear. Well, almost everyone of importance...

Glancing over my shoulder at my dad, I know for a fact he was one of the few people back then who would've never allowed being dictated by an asshole such as Geoffrey Brinker.