Chapter 47

As if that was not enough, Evangeline let out a couple of low, suggestive moans.

A tidal wave of shock surged in Walter's eyes. He grabbed her hand with a stern look, his voice rough with barely contained frustration, "Evangeline, cut it out..."

Then, Julia's voice shattered the tense air.

"What the heck are you two doing?!" she shrieked, "Walt..."

On the other end of the line, Julia was a mess, her words tangled in sobs. Her mother, Lydia, took the phone from her, her voice thick with tears as she explained the night's horrors.

After the charity dinner, Julia had been forced into a car by strangers. If not for a random traffic police checkpoint, she might have been assaulted by the men inside.

Julia, naive and unprepared for such horror, was frozen with fear.

Back home, overwhelmed by shame and anger, she had tried to take her own life, but Lydia found her just in time. They then rushed to the hospital, Julia still in the throes of panic.

"Walter, you've got to help our Julia.