Time to actually lawyer.

The timeline never made sense to you. The **** had been available for well over two decades, so when did they get introduced to the town? And how?

By Emma's admission, she 'fell in love with Jake' after you left her and your internship. In theory, that's when the **** would come into play. He would **** Emma and then get her on his side. But why didn't he go after Sophie right away when he first got them? Emma was a good hit, but Sophie would hurt even more... did hurt even more. Jake wasn't smart enough to plan ahead and play chess with everyone; he seemed to take everything as it came. You didn't get the sense that he even expected nor knew you would be back in town.

So, with that in mind, he would have had to obtain the **** sometimes between hooking up with Emma and becoming mayor. Afterwards, he used the **** to start stealing up women.

Jake was an idiot. But Emma wasn't. If someone wanted to test this kind of ****, a seedy man in a seat of power would be a pretty good opportunity. Upon further investigation, you found that an overwhelming majority of women voted for Jake.

You also found that most of the women in his mansion had been seduced quite like Sophie. He would 'help them out' in some way with the catch being a date. They always went home with him, they always fucked, and they always became obsessed.

"By all rights," you paused, turning to Siri, "the test market was a success. As far as we know, there have been no major side effects to taking the ****. My guess is that the come-down and subsequent withdrawal is going to suck. All the more reason to keep them all on it."

"Okay, even if that's all true, why do you think it's me?" Emma asked, tapping her foot on the ground. "I caught on early and managed to avoid too many doses. Doesn't mean I didn't like being around him and his big dick." She crossed her arms and looked at you expectantly for an apology.

"Right. Even with all of this, I'm just spouting conjecture. Anyone could have given him the **** to use." You conceded.

"But this all cinched it for me. There are two possibilities: One, you gave him placebos to use on you so you could maintain control while also still pretending to be under his thumb. Or two: you diluted the doses he took before you two went at it. If the first is true, then you would have had to know he was taking it and what a convincing fake would look and act like. If the second is true, then you would need to know how much to dilute. Either way, only someone with an intimate knowledge of the **** could pull either off. I honestly don't care which one it was. What I want to know is: why?"