“What are you going to do?”
“If he’s alive in the morning, I guess I’ll call the police.”
Lisa sat back and stared through Higgins as if he wasn’t there. After a few moments she refocused. “Maybe we should think about it before we get anyone else involved, figure out some things?”
“Figure out what? We call the police. If he lives, he goes to jail the day he’s discharged. He’s convicted of assault and battery, rape, attempted murder, and he rots in prison.”
Lisa fidgeted with the blanket. “I’m not sure I want him to go to prison.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“Maybe I don’t want him to go to trial. What if he gets off somehow?”
“Gets off?”
“You know, there’s a mistake in the way the case is handled, or the evidence is misplaced? They let him off on a technicality?”
“They have his DNA. It’ll be a slam dunk.”
“For you it’s a slam dunk. You think I want to sit in the same room as the filthy pig who raped me and crushed my skull? Look at him day after day? Get up and tell a room full of people what happened? I can’t go through that.”
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