Sandy looked up to see Gus walking into the room. "What're you doing here?" he asked.

"I need to take your statement…" Gus said. "About what happened to you the other night…"

"Why?" Sandy asked.

"Because…" Gus said. "We need it to make the case against…"

Sandy turned his gaze to Jeffrey and didn't even let Gus finish his sentence. "You said that he confessed…" he said. "You said that he was going to get put away for life and that the case was open and shut because of his confession…"

"Sandy, I'm sorry…" Jeffrey said. "But I really thought that it was… I mean, I never thought that the department would stoop this low just to cover their own tracks…"

Sandy moved his gaze back to Gus. "Does this mean…" Sandy started, but didn't finish his sentence.

"Does this mean what?" Gus asked.

"That I would have to… testify…"

"That is a very strong possibility…" Gus answered.

"And if I do…" Sandy said. "He will get put away…"

"Most likely…" Gus said. "Yes… But… I need you to tell me everything that happened to you that night… As best you can remember it…"

Sandy turned his gaze back to Jeffrey. "Can you… just… leave…" he said.

"What?" Jeffrey asked. "I want to be here with you…"

"No…" Sandy said. "I need to do this alone… Jeffrey please… Go home… Get some sleep… Please… Just… Leave…"

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Jeffrey asked.

Sandy nodded.

Jeffrey glanced at Gus for a moment before turning his gaze back to Sandy. "All right…" he said. "I will be back later, OK… I love you Sandy…"

"I love you too…" Sandy replied.

Jeffrey walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

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"I never thought you would leave…" Reva said, running into Jeffrey in the hallway outside of Sandy's hospital room.

"Don't go in there…" Jeffrey said. "Sandy is busy right now, all right. Just leave him alone…"

"Well, you sure seem grumpy…" Reva said.

"Just… Don't go in there all right?" Jeffrey said.

"Why not?" Reva asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just don't!" Jeffrey snapped.

"Jeffrey are you all right?" Reva asked, more out of curiosity than genuine concern.

"Yes…" Jeffrey said. "I'm fine Reva…"

"Well, you don't seem fine…" Reva said.

"Since when do you care?" Jeffrey asked.

"I don't…" Reva admitted.

"That's right…" Jeffrey said. "You don't… So just stop asking…"

"What is going on with my son?"

"Gus is taking his statement… So just leave them alone, all right Reva… You think you could manage that just once in your life?"

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"All right Sandy…" Gus said. "I just need you to start at the beginning… Tell me everything that happened… And if you really need to take a break, then we can…"

Sandy swallowed nervously as he nodded slightly.

"First of all, when did this happen?"

"Not last night…" Sandy said. "Not the night before… But the night before that…"

"All right…" Gus said. "Now just tell me everything that happened… Tell me exactly the way you remember it… The more details that you can give me the better… Even if they seem insignificant…"

Sandy swallowed nervously again. "I was walking home… On the docks… I heard the footsteps getting nearer and nearer… I tried to walk faster… I just wanted to get home… But then he grabbed me by the wrist…. I tried to pull away, but he just pulled me harder… I can't… I can't do this…" he said.

"Sandy please…" Gus said, looking into his eyes. "You have to do this…"

"I can't…" Sandy said. "I can't…"

"Please…" Gus said. "Tell me… Did he say anything to you?"

Sandy hesitated for a moment. "He… He asked me where I was going… He had on a black ski mask… He had these intense green eyes… But there was no emotion behind them… I asked him what he wanted… He told me to answer his question… I told him that I was going home… He said that I wasn't… He punched me in the stomach, completely knocking the wind out of me… He pinned me underneath him and I noticed the way that moonlight shone off of his badge…" He started to shake slightly. "His badge is still etched into my memory… So vividly… I can't… I can't… I just can't get it out… He twisted my arm, so painfully… He called me a faggot and told me that I was going nowhere… I tried to kick him… I tried to pull away… I tried so desperately just to move… But… I couldn't… And then…" He paused for a moment. "I can't…" he said. "I can't…"

"Sandy, please…" Gus said. "Just tell me what happened next…"

"Another man… Appeared… He had on a black ski mask too… He kicked me in the face… And then he kneeled in front of me… He pulled my head up… By my hair… Asked me if I liked to… Suck cock… He pulled a gun out of his jacket… He ran the barrel over my lip… Told me to open my mouth…" Sandy paused, not wanting to continue.

"And then what happened?" Gus asked.

"I just lied there at first…" Sandy said. "I didn't wanna do what he said… The look in his eyes… His icy blue eyes… It was so cold… So much hate… I knew that he wanted me dead… I thought that he was going to kill me… He pistol-whipped me in the face…" He winced, as if he could once again feel the gun smashing into his cheekbone, before continuing. "He told me to open my mouth… And then the other man said that I didn't want it in my mouth and he started to pull at my jeans… I screamed no and tried to pull away again, but when I screamed he just shoved the gun into my mouth… He told me to suck on it… To pretend that it was Jeffrey's cock…"

"He said Jeffrey?" Gus asked.

"No…" Sandy answered. "He said the DA… And he held the gun in my mouth for I don't know how long before telling the other man to take my jeans off… I screamed for him to let me go… And I tried to pull away again, and that's when he started kicking me in the ribs… It hurt so much, and I could hear them breaking, but I tried not to scream… He pulled my jeans down… And then one of them said do it… And…" He was shaking and tears were streaming down his face. "I could feel him shoving the gun into me… I screamed no no no please… And I tried to pull away… But he just shoved it deeper into me… He called me a faggot… Asked me if I liked it… And then started to push it in harder… It hurt so much… Oh God… It hurt… It hurt so much… When they finally stopped… I could feel the blood dripping down my leg… And then… I think that I finally passed out…"

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