He promised me he wouldn't leave me. He said I would never lose him. Yet the newspaper said the exact opposite. CONVICT EX-COP COMMITS SUICIDE, the papers read.

I cried myself to sleep. The next morning my phones were ringing off the hook and there were reporters at my door. They all wanted my input on Hartigan's death. I called the cops on the reporters because they were trespassing.

My parents came by to see how I was holding up. After all this time, I told tem the truth. I told them what really happened that night. I told them that Hartigan saved me from Junior Roark. I told them that Hartigan lied his way out of jail to stop junior from attempting to hurt me again. Then I made them to promise not to tell anyone.

My mom burst into tears and my dad comforted her. They asked me why I had kept this from them for so many years. I broke into tears myself. I knew that Roark would kill anybody who I told the truth.

The private investigator finally found Hartigan's wife. I walked up to the door and knocked. A man opened the door holding a child.

"Sir, may I please speak to your wife Eileen?" I asked.

"And who are you?" he asked suspiciously.

"My name is Nancy Callahan. I really need to speak with your wife." His eyes narrowed when he heard my name.

"Look, Ms. Callahan. It took awhile for her to get over the Hartigan mess, and now that he has died, she shouldn't really see you."

"I need to tell her the truth…" I began only to be interrupted.

"Honey, is that another reporter?" Eileen came to the door. She looked distraught.

"No, I'm not a reporter. I'm Nancy Callahan," her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but I continued, "Before you say anything, I need to tell the truth of that night. Hartigan is not as guilty as he was portrayed." She looked at her husband who nodded and opened the door.

"Come in she said sadly."

I sat down on their couch and told them everything. Eileen burst into tears.

"I am so sorry that I am just now telling you, but I thought it would be safer now that Hartigan is dead. He didn't rape me. He protected me from getting raped and killed. In that process he shot Junior, and so Senator Roark blamed him for everything. Hartigan died protecting me. And I am so sorry." Tears of my own sprang to life.

"Thank you for telling me this. I really appreciate it. But what are you going to do now? Roark will want to kill you."

"Leave that to me."

I went in to Roark's office. The good side to Roark's lie is that everyone believed I was here on friendly terms. I locked the door behind me. He spun around in his chair and saw me. Fear flashed through his face.

"Thanks to your lie nobody would believe I killed you. The only way your brother could prove it is by telling what really happened. Nobody would suspect it was me. You ruined my life. You killed the man I loved and ruined his life and legacy. You are going to pay."

I pulled the trigger. The room is sound proof so nobody hears it, plus I used a silencer. I rearranged him in his chair and spun it around so that the back faced the door. I unlocked the door and went out. I moved out of Sin City and never looked back