And taking their time.

"You aren't on vacation are you?" Vixxen asked Jack, the timing didn't seem right to her, something was off. "This is one of those police shooting things isn't it, where you stay home and get paid while you get investigated."

Jack laughed, "Something like that, where did you learn about that?" She hadn’t bought his attempt to change the subject at all.

"TV" Vixxen replied. "Did you shoot them? The two that were not there when you got to me?"

Jack was very quiet, for a long and rather uncomfortable amount of time, he said nothing.

"I can't talk about it, at all. Not while they are investigating it. At least nothing specific about me." Jack felt bad about this, she should probably know. What would she think of him, as a murderer?

Vixxen smothered him in a powerful hug, fuck this young woman was strong. "Thank you, Jack," Vixxen said, tears in her eyes, "I thought they would find me. I thought they would find me again.”

"Not anymore Vixxen," Jack replied. "They will never hurt anyone again."

"Do they know anything else about how they found me?" Vixxen asked Jack. "Why they hurt me?"

"Based on what you said Vixxen, someone there knew you," Jack said. "It seemed very personal."

Jack went into a few details they had gained from interrogating the survivors of the raid he participated in recently.

"From what we were told, one of them worked out at the gym you did at the time, a very large man," Jack stated. "It seems that you would not talk to him, and it bothered him."

"I don't go to the gym to talk to men, I do enough of that at work." Vixxen replied, "And since what happened with my dad, I have not been comfortable around black men."

"At some later point, the night you were ****, they happened upon you in the strip club you work at," Jack replied. "We were told they wanted you to hang out with them, dance for them, and offered you a lot of money to go home with them and that you said no."

"Fuck," Vixxen replied. "I remember a group of black guys, and that really big guy I think offering me two thousand dollars to go home and fuck them all. They didn't believe me when I told them that I didn't fuck for money."

Jack was impressed. A lot of strippers do that exact thing, at times he had arrested strippers for that very act. "They followed you as you drove home," Jack continued. "It wasn't planned. They were there, liked you and didn't like hearing no, and they happened to see you leaving."

"Fuck me," Vixxen replied. "I had no idea, I drove straight home."

"I am sorry I didn't get to you sooner Vixxen," Jack continued. “I wanted to go in myself, I really did. But alone I don't know if I could have gotten you out of there."