At the D.A.'s building, it was pretty much an established rule that quietness be a constant thing so that all employees could work at their best. Needless to say that a four year old girl running down a corridor, shouting for her aunt, wasn't the best way to get work done.

"Aunt Montse! Aunt Montse!" the brunette girl ran straight into Detective Novak's arms. Her big, blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hey, Ivana!" Montserrat chuckled as she spun her niece around in a hug. "How's my favorite niece doing?"

Ivana Novak was eager to show a smile for her aunt. "I helped aunt Casey clean her office!"

"Clean her office?" Montserrat repeated with less enthusiasm and more suspicion. She glanced to see the ADA herself while she was closing her office door.

Ivana nodded her head. "I did a good job!"

Casey turned to meet the two with a less than happy expression. "You're late," she practically spat at her cousin. She didn't even wait to hear what Montserrat had to say and just started heading for the entrance doors.

"Hey! Nice to see you too!" Montserrat called and went after Casey, though holding Ivana like she was an infant made her slower.

"Stop yelling," Casey hissed. "And put her down. She's four!"

"And a half!" Ivana reminded with a chuckle.

Montserrat knew Casey also had a soft spot for Ivana so she didn't understand why Casey was being so...extra lawyer rude. The Novaks weren't known for their big families. Ivana and her older sister were but the few third generation Novaks in the city.

"Hey, I got here as fast as I could. I do have a job," Montserrat's reminder didn't help her.

Casey whirled around, nearly bumping into her and Ivana. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I have court today!"

"I'm sorry-"

"-Gael said you would be here on time that's why I told him I could pick her up," Casey briefly looked at the four year old who was watching both women's expressions.

"I'm sorry," Montserrat was also aware Ivana was watching them. The last thing they wanted was for the girl to tell her father all about her aunts arguing in front of her. "I had to talk to Liv first and there was traffic."

Casey of course knew Montserrat wouldn't purposely make her late for court, but it didn't mean it was less annoying. "Gael needs to hire a babysitter. Full time."

"I don't want a babysitter," Ivana frowned. "Jules says they'll be mean."

"Your sister lies," Casey bluntly revealed to her. Montserrat disapprovingly shook her head but that didn't stop Casey from continuing. "Next time she says that, tell her aunt Casey will put her in jail for lying."

"Oh, Casey!" Montserrat had to draw the line but Casey just smiled while Ivana giggled behind her hand.

"I really gotta go," the ADA soon reminded them. "Tell Gael I'll talk to him later."

"Bye aunt Casey!" Ivana waved with her hand that wasn't looped around Montserrat's neck. "Next time I come I can show you my drawings right?"

Casey's thin eyebrows shot upwards while a tight smile spread across her face. "Sure thing."

"You are awful," Montserrat notified the woman before she left.

Ivana waved Casey until she'd left through the doors. "Are you going to babysit?" she scrunched her face at Montserrat. "Because I don't need a babysitter."

Montserrat laughed quietly. "Right. I forgot you were fifteen, as New York law states only then can a child stay at home on their own."

Ivana tilted her head at at her aunt. "What?"

"C'mon, grandpa will be watching you."

Ivana beamed and clapped her hands. "Grandpa!? I'll show him all my drawings I made at school!"

"Yeah, I bet he'll be a lot nicer than your aunt Casey was," Montserrat knew her father was a sucker for children. It was why he catered to his only two granddaughters like there was no tomorrow.

"Novak!" Rafael's call stopped her just as she'd opened the building's door. "I didn't know you were here but Olivia called..." He was coming towards her in a hasty stride but trailed off when Montserrat turned around and he saw Ivana still clinging to her. "Oh look, a child." Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Why are you holding a child?" Rafael saw no parent around and he would remember if a co-worker had a daughter.

"Because said child is my niece and why do you call her 'child' like that?" Montserrat asked with bemusement. "Her name's Ivana and she's my niece. Ivana, say hello to my friend, Rafael."

Ivana wiggled her fingers at him and dutifully greeted him. "Hi! You dress funny like aunt Casey."

"Shhhh…" Montserrat gently lowered Ivana's head to rest on her shoulder. Rafael's lips stretched into an amused smile at the little girl. Montserrat awkwardly cleared her throat and of course excused her niece. "She thinks formal dressing is funny. Four year olds, what can we do. Is there something you needed?"

"Uh, yeah, for everyone to work," Rafael's expression told her this should've been obvious to her. Still, he figured she had something else to do at the moment.

"You're a workaholic, and I say that with care," Montserrat sarcastically said. "I'll be back later after I drop this one off."

"My name is Ivana," the girl in question purposely pronounced her name in a slow manner.

"Looks like someone else isn't amused by your sarcasm," Rafael smiled at Ivana who looked dead serious in her correction.

"Yeah, yeah, form a team why don't you," Montserrat rolled her eyes. "I have to go. Olivia was understanding and kind enough to give me some time off."

"Is everything alright?" Rafael found himself asking when she turned for the door. Since she had Ivana still clinging onto her, he moved forwards and opened the door for her.

"Yes, yes, my brother's babysitter just quit on him and he couldn't pick Ivana up from preschool," Montserrat finally put Ivana down after stepping out of the building. It was a windy day and she didn't want to trip with her niece on account of some hair strands getting in her face.

"I go to school in the morning and then Caitlin picks me up. And today I wrote my Daddy a letter with pictures that I drew - you wanna see?" Ivana proudly said, her hands reaching for her backpack's straps over her shoulders.

Despite knowing how the four year girl's drawings must look, Rafael still gave her a surprised reaction. "I'm betting they're great and your dad's going to love them, but I have to go."

"Where?" frowned Ivana.

"My work just called me so next time, okay?" he looked down at Ivana and offered his best smile for her. "You could even give them to your aunt Montse - or Casey - since I work with both of them."

"Ivana, next time," Montserrat tugged on the girl's hand, shooting Rafael a thankful smile. She didn't think him to have much patience with kids after seeing him in court a couple times. Even when he was at the precinct he showed very little patience with the squad.

"Okay," Ivana sighed like any four year old would when she didn't get her way.

Montserrat turned Ivana for the street, holding onto the girl's hand tightly. "I'll see you and the squad later."

Rafael nodded and let her go. He watched as she took Ivana down the stairs while the little girl rambled on no doubt about that letter with drawings. A smile came back to his face without thinking.

~0~

"Grandpa!" Ivana's shouts filled her living room the moment Montserrat had opened the door of her brother's apartment.

A tall, ginger-haired man took Ivana into his arms. Thomas Novak was always happy to see one of his granddaughters. "My girl!"

"Aunt Montse said you were going to babysit me today!" Ivana planted a kiss on her grandfather's cheek.

"She told the truth," Thomas smiled at his daughter. He straightened up on his feet and hugged Montserrat. "Hi sweetheart."

"Hi, Dad," Montserrat smiled and hugged her father back. Ivana rushed towards the sofa to get her backpack and sweater off.

"It's been a long time, Montse," Thomas pulled away from her daughter and gave her a knowing look. Montserrat did her best to just smile awkwardly and keep it all under the ruse of work getting in the way. "It's been almost a year, Montserrat," his voice turned sharp just like it usually would whenever Montserrat or her brother would be getting in trouble.

"You know my line of work is a very busy one," Montserrat shrugged casually.

"Grandpa! Look!" Ivana had returned holding a paper over her head. "I wrote a letter for my Daddy! Do you want to see it?"

Thomas bent down in front of the girl. "Grandpa will see everything you did today at school, but first let me talk to your aunt Montse. Why don't you go wash your hands so we can have lunch, okay?"

Ivana nodded her head and ran back to the living room to leave her letter then headed for the hallway.

"Dad, I can't stay to talk much. My boss only gave me some time to make the drive to and back," Montserrat started making her way for the door but she knew she'd been crazy to think her father would let her leave so easily.

As a single parent, Thomas Novak had to develop a strict parenting dynamic to take care of his two kids back then. Despite them now being adults, it seemed like he still had to hang onto that tactic. "Montserrat, you've moved three times in this year. What was that all about?"

"Just...wanted a new change," Montserrat shrugged once again.

"You left your job in Queens - that was a great job, wasn't it?" Something twisted in Montserrat's face. Thomas picked up on it in that instant. It was as if disgust couldn't fill her eyes fast enough. "Wasn't it?" he asked again, but Montserrat only shrugged. "Montserrat, you'll have to do more than just shrug. I am asking you questions-"

"-Dad, I just wanted a change! I'm 29 going on 30 soon. It's just a midlife crisis," Montserrat laughed on purpose to throw her father off.

It seemed to work because Thomas laughed afterwards. "Sweetie, that happens when you're forty."

"The '2' will change into a '3'. It hits now," Montserrat pointed an index finger down. She soon garnered a smile and shook her head. "Dad, seriously, I just wanted to change jobs. I liked SVU before and now that I'm actually working there...I do like it."

"Where are you living now?"

"With Kara Mackie. You remember her, right?"

"Yeah, her brother was the one with the massive hair, right?"

Montserrat laughed. "Damian had nice hair."

"Too long if you asked me," huffed her father, but Montserrat shook her head.

"Dad!"

"Fine, fine. But Kara...you alright there? I'm sure Gael wouldn't mind giving you a space here. Or I could even help you-"

"Dad," Montserrat put her hands on her father's shoulders, looking him in his dark eyes, "Gael has no rooms here and we're not going to even discuss putting Ivana and Jules in the same bedroom - they'd both end up dead before the night - and you don't have another room. Plus, Kara's in Manhattan and it's a lot easier to get to work from there."

Thomas could agree with that logic. Still, it didn't mean he liked it. "I've never had you so far away."

"C'mon, Dad. Manhattan is like right next door…" Montserrat trailed off when her father gave her a look. "Alright, but it's not far, really. I like living with Kara and I'm still searching for a place of my own anyways."

"I don't like having my only daughter out in the next city!"

"Oh but I bet you wouldn't be putting up all this if it was Gael," Montserrat playfully crossed her arms.

"You're my little girl-"

"-I'm 29!"

Thomas put his hands up in defeat, but he still added a minute later, "You can be fifty and still be my little girl."

Montserrat laughed lightly. "Alright, Dad, I gotta go. My boss is incredibly understanding but I'm still new so I don't want to push it."

"I'll be stopping by, don't you think I'm gonna leave you unsupervised," Thomas' warning didn't surprise Montserrat. She just nodded and told him he was welcomed any time (with a proper heads up).

~ 0 ~

"Hey, where've you been?" Fin asked when Montserrat returned to SVU later in the day.

"Dropping off my niece back in Queens," Montserrat pulled her coat off and draped it on the back of her desk chair.

"So your niece - which goes to a school in Queens - was brought here and then you brought her back home...in Queens?" Nick swayed his head as he thought about all the travelling that was entailed.

Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes at him. "My brother's babysitter quit this morning without a decent amount of notice. Casey was already in Queens so she just brought her to the DAs until my Dad could get out of work and take care of her."

"Your sister-in-law couldn't take care of her?" Fin question made Montserrat sigh.

"She died last year," Montserrat noticed the guilt that immediately filled the two detectives. "Oh, I didn't mean that as something to make you feel bad. Laurel was in accident and...my brother's trying his best but raising two girls on his own isn't easy."

"I can get that," Nick gave a light shrug, now instigating Montserrat to question him with a look. "I'm divorced. Zara comes to visit me on weekends and sometimes weekdays but even then...being on my own, it's difficult."

"I try to help where I can so I just took Ivana home," Montserrat looked around for Sonny and Amanda but she only noticed Olivia speaking with a young woman in the interview room. "Did I miss something? I thought we'd interviewed the witnesses from the flower shop already…?"

"Oh no, that's a done deal," Fin exchanged smirks with Nick. "Barba had a Christmas day with that case."

"A first solid case, that's grounds for celebration," Montserrat agreed.

"Unfortunately this is SVU and we don't ever get to celebrate," Nick said, moving onto the new case at hand. "Liv's already got Carisi and Rollins questioning the guys."

"So we already have the statement?" Montserrat took a seat at her desk and wiggled her fingers for the information she needed to learn the new details of the case.

"Olivia's just making sure Renée knows what we're going to do next."

As it turned out, Renée's case was complicated from the very origin point of the attacker. When Renée was gone, the remaining detectives along started researching on the man Renée blamed her assault on.

"This guy is disgusting," Montserrat crinkled her nose after only watching a video of Josh Galloway for a minute. "Josh Galloway actually makes a living off telling rape jokes?" Her stomach churned as she thought to the beginning of the year. This man was rich because he decided to make fun of one of the most horrendous acts humans can do?

"According to many - and I mean many - magazines, he's one of the top comedians," Nick had decided to make his own research away from videos and just stuck to articles online.

"Society is screwed up," Montserrat decided Nick had the right idea and closed her laptop for the moment. "And that man, yeah, I despise him."

"Renée claims that if it wasn't for this guy, the two guys who assaulted never would have acted," Fin looked back at the notes Olivia left for them. "She says he actually egged them on after she made a disruption to protest."

"Can we lock him up? Please tell me we can lock him up," Montserrat's wishes were heard by the Sergeant who was coming out of her office looking none too pleased.

"According to Barba, that can't happen because of the first amendment," she slipped her phone into her pants pocket.

"I revoke my like," Montserrat walked back to her desk.

"There's nothing we can do?" Nick asked, sounding a bit doubtful that this was the ending of Renée's case.

Olivia swayed her head while she considered the options. "Maybe we can decide that after we talk to Galloway himself."

Olivia Benson was never one to waste time. She took Fin with her to visit Josh Galloway and at least warn him he was on SVU's watch.

~0~

"Hey, fancy meeting you here," Kara laughed as Montserrat crossed the doors of her salon. Montserrat looked around and saw Kara was just cleaning up after a day's work. "Looking for a trim?" Kara grabbed scissors from a table and zipped in the air.

Montserrat grabbed both ends of her hair and took a step backwards. "Not tonight I don't."

"I bet you'd look hot with a haircut…"

"Are you saying I don't look hot right now?"

Kara smirked and put the scissors down. "Alright, alright. Give me a second so I can finish. I didn't expect you to stop by."

"I wasn't," Montserrat admitted, stuffing her hands inside her pockets. "It's just there's this guy we're keeping an eye on and my Sergeant got the idea to actually go watch one of his shows. And I said no, so I'm here."

"She just let you go?"

"She's cool like that."

Kara chuckled. She hadn't met Olivia, or really anyone else besides Sonny and Rafael (if a drunken moment even qualified) but she had heard various things about each member. "So who's your guy?"

"Some comedian, Josh Galloway, who makes rape jokes for a living. We think him and his act from two days ago is responsible for a girl being assaulted by two of his fans."

Kara stopped to show her disgusted face. "Ugh. I hate that guy."

Montserrat paused and stared at her roommate. "How do you know him?"

"He's been on talk shows and he's one of society's most eligible bachelors."

"You have got to be kidding me," Montserrat actually felt sick. How could this man ever be considered something else than a prude and a vile creature.

"Wish I was," Kara passed the ginger to put away a couple of hair sprays inside a cabinet piece. "But even then, can an comedian be held responsible for how an audience responds to his material?"

Montserrat hated the question because it was the same reason why Rafael wasn't helping them at the moment. She knew it rang a truth that no one could deny but it was just something Josh was using to keep his act alive. "He's using his right of free speech to egg these people on. He has to be stopped."

"It's not like I don't know that," Kara sarcastically said while dumping a couple hair brushes into a plastic bin. "But won't that be tricky?"

"So tricky that our ADA practically laughed in my Sergeant's face when she told him they were going to one of Josh's shows."

Kara had her own mini-laugh at the thought of that. "Yeah, he does the seem the type…"

Montserrat shrugged. Olivia had been kind enough to give the detectives the option of coming along to see Josh's show. Montserrat felt her stomach churn just at the thought of stepping into a place that condoned jokes like Josh's.

"You want to have dinner out today? A customer recommended it today," Kara went straight for the counter to collect her belongings. "It's a little French restaurant with a dessert menu consisting of brownies."

"You had me at brownies," Montserrat nodded for the doors in a hurry.

Kara laughed. She knew Montserrat would agree just by hearing the name of her favorite dessert. "Alright, Montse. Let me take you out tonight."

"Taking me on a date?" Montserrat put a hand over her chest, dramatically happy.

"Platonic. Sorry honey, you're not my type," Kara swung her keys around her index finger. "You need to be five inches taller, Italian, a man, and have a cute little accent."

Montserrat let her head hang in shame on behalf of her roommate when she figured Kara meant Sonny. "Please leave my co-worker alone."

"It's free game until he says no," Kara passed her with a triumphant smirk. She pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders and adjusted her red coat. She pushed open the doors of the salon and turned to Montserrat, nodding her to go already. "C'mon. My treat."

Montserrat never turned down free food, especially when there were brownies involved.

~0~

At least the visit to Galloway's show hadn't been a waste. A young woman, Carly, had stepped forwards with an accusation against Josh Galloway himself. Unfortunately, even with the preliminary evidence - while awaiting for co conclusive evidence - there still wasn't enough to start a real case.

"Nick, any luck on tracking those gift bags?" Olivia stopped by the Detective's desk while he was conducted a search on his computer.

"Well, it'd be a lot easier if we had his business records," Nick's sourness was shared by the rest of the detectives.

"Why is Barba seriously being this difficult?" Montserrat could've answered her own question but Amanda spoke up first.

"Get used to it," the blonde detective gave a brief smile before returning to her work.

Montserrat made a tilt of her head upon finding something that could potentially be useful for them. "Listen, out of the 120 bookings Josh had in the last year, he only cancelled one," her eyes squinted a bit as she skimmed along her screen. "It was in Albany. Now, the student union guy was pissed off, said that the police held him up at his previous gig in New Paltz."

Interested, Olivia moved to stand behind Montserrat's chair and leaned forwards to see the screen herself. "Okay, the new paltz P.D."

"It only confirms that they questioned Galloway about an accusation but that D.A. didn't press charges either," Montserrat shook her head. "So is everyone afraid of this guy?"

"It says the girl recanted," Olivia straightened on her feet and pointed at Montserrat then Sonny. "Go find out why."

~0~

Sonny and Montserrat followed their only lead to a young woman's small apartment. Even at first glance, the girl seemed troubled and it became even more so when she learned she was meeting two detectives.

"I shouldn't be talking to you," she said despite letting them into her apartment.

"Was that part of your deal for the diamond watch, Audrey?" Sonny's question visibly made the woman pause on her way into the hallway.

"Josh was just being nice."

"When he raped you?" Montserrat blurted and immediately regretted it. It was completely inappropriate and plain unsympathetic. "I'm sorry," she apologized to the woman after a minute. "What happened, Audrey?"

Audrey hugged herself and seemed to have trouble keeping her eyes on the detectives' level. "I was drunk. It was just rougher than I'm used to. Everybody likes it differently, I guess. I think he thought it was normal."

"Because he gave you a gift bag?"

"How did you know about that?"

Montserrat and Sonny exchanged a look between each other before Sonny answered. "You're not the first one to accuse him. Now, did you happen keep the bag?"

"I can't talk about it," Audrey turned away, though it was clear she wished she could.

Montserrat tried going in a different route to help both sides out. "There's nothing in your nondisclosure agreement about showing us what was in that bag, was there?"

Audrey considered it for a moment then shook her head. She walked towards her bedroom, leading the two inside where they watched as she scouted for the bag inside a closet. "There's, like, $4 left on the I'avonique gift card, but the rest is untouched." She held the white bag towards them, looking ashamed as she held it.

"Might be enough to get us a warrant," Sonny grinned at the thought of that break while Montserrat took the bag.

~0~

"Turns out his gift cards are cheaper by the dozen. Galloway buys them in 12 packs," Olivia laid out their newest possessions for Rafael to see over his desk.

Behind her, both Montserrat and Sonny brought out the rest of their evidence. "I'avonique pulled the serial numbers for all the purchases and we traced the ones that were used to the recipients," Sonny added.

"Okay, we know he's got his share of groupies on the road. Any of them claiming rape?" Rafael's question made the three in question deliberately hesitate to answer for the first couple seconds.

Eventually, Montserrat was the one to answer. "Most of the girls I talked to on the phone said the sex was consensual, and a few said he was aggressive, but none felt comfortable pressing charges."

"Look, even if they were...there was no outcry. There's no charges filed. No judge will admit prior bad acts. It's more prejudicial than probative." Rafael made the motion to get his desk cleared off.

Montserrat frowned and glanced at Olivia. "I'm sorry, I thought he said he wanted a pattern. Is that not what we got?"

"We do, he's a bad guy and we have a complainant," Olivia's reminder still didn't convince the ADA.

"If I go after this guy, it's no slam dunk."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were supposed to be good," Montserrat knew the moment she made the statement she'd ended up in Rafael's bad graces, but the words seemed to be in a rush to get out from her mouth. "That is your reputation."

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that simply because it's not worth arguing over," yet Rafael's expression was a warning for her to keep quiet from now on. His eyes flickered to Olivia and Sonny, both seeming on alert for an actual argument. "And it's not like I don't want to help, it's the details of the case. You are asking me to take a man to trial who will be using his first amendment right as a defense, apart from the fact he has no priors; one who will definitely be using your hassle for his jokes as another part of his defense and, to top it all off, the evidence is circumstantial at best. It's an automatic lose."

It wasn't like he was purposely throwing away the case. Of course he wanted to help the girl - it was his job after all - but he liked being realistic. There was no point in doing something that he already knew the ending to. But it seemed like SVU still hadn't caught on yet.

Montserrat couldn't see it, so it really was out of her control when she blurted, "Right, so when the going gets tough you get going."

Rafael raised an eyebrow at her, barely clinging onto that patience he had for her simply because she was a family member of an ADA he actually liked. Still, he couldn't stop his glare at her as he rose from his chair. "You're still new Detective. You don't know what goes on-"

"-then show me," she challenged, and not at all quietly. Behind her, Olivia was debating when (and how) to cut in. "A hard case means no case at all? C'mon, even my last ADA wasn't this flakey."

"You are out of line, Novak-" Rafael started going around his desk only to have Olivia rush in. On the other side, Sonny went to keep Montserrat from meeting Rafael halfway. At Olivia's nod, he started leading Montserrat out the office doors.

"In her own fantastic manner, Montserrat has a point. This is the right thing to do," Olivia reasoned with Rafael in her usual, calm, yet stern, manner.

Rafael considered the case and all its details, and despite knowing he would need an extra bottle of aspirin (and maybe some Scotch) he gave in with a nod. "Fine. Go collect him."

"Thank you," Olivia gathered what they'd brought in and hurried out before Rafael changed his mind. As soon as she met with Montserrat and Sonny, she started her lecture Montserrat knew she deserved. "You can't do that, Montse. No matter how frustrating the case is-"

"-the case isn't what frustrated me. It was him," the ginger woman didn't hesitate to correct. "He's supposed to be good so why isn't he acting like it?"

"Rafael was right, you've only been here for a couple weeks. You don't know how cases can go, especially when they're this problematic," Olivia kept herself calm unlike their ADA. If someone just sat down and explained to Montserrat in a calm manner then Montserrat was sure to understand. She was a practicable, reasonable and professional woman after all.

"Tell us we at least got the go for it?" Sonny's question came half in part of his own desire to get Galloway and the other half to ease the tension.

Olivia nodded and set a hand on Montserrat's shoulder. "Go get him."

~ 0 ~

"Oh, no. What happened to the pretty blonde and the badass sergeant?" Josh Galloway recognized a detective a mile away and not for good reasons.

"Cut the crap," Montserrat snapped as she and Sonny came up to the man on the sidewalk.

"Oh, feisty!" Josh put a hand just beside his lips and whispered directly to Sonny. "You know what they say about the redheads - they're the wildest under the sheets."

Montserrat gaped at his utter rudeness but Sonny reacted and immediately turned the guy around. "Josh Galloway, you're under arrest for the rape of Carly Rydell."

Josh laughed despite feeling the metal of the cuffs around his wrists. "Who?"

Montserrat whipped a picture of Carly Rydell in his face as Sonny turned him towards their car. "And just an FYI: you won't be able to shut her up with a diamond watch."

Josh still had the audacity to laugh again even when the detectives led him towards their car. The detectives figured he was getting even more excited since a couple people were already watching them with potential recording phones. "Are you talking about new paltz? Audrey, that little chuckle slut. She recanted, and so will this girl."

"Yeah, not likely," Sonny was happy to say. He waited for Montserrat to open the backdoor of the car.

"Great, you guys want a political case? Fantastic. I'm the right guy-"

"Excellent, thanks for the admission," Montserrat stepped aside and watched Sonny stuff the man into the backseat. He slammed the door shut and turned to Montserrat.

"You okay?"

Montserrat nodded, preferring to forget Galloway's words. Despite her efforts, though, it still made her shiver.

The guy needed to be put away.

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading guys!