Walker rested his hands on his desk. “You need to fill Mason in. On everything.”

Her head snapped in his direction. “How do you know?”

“I’m a cop. As soon as this whole thing began, I did my research. I didn’t want to push if I didn’t have to. The situation has changed. Raymond’s here. The people in your circle need to know everything so they can be prepared.”

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?” I growled.

Anna tugged her hand out of mine. She toyed with a string on her denim shorts. “Derek tried to get back together with me after I got out of juvie. He wanted me to move in with him. Kept showing up at the coffee shop I worked at, would wait across the street from the shelter where I was living in Portland.”

“What did you tell him?” I hated the idea that she might’ve considered it. He’d been her first love. All she ever knew.

“I told him I wanted nothing to do with him. But he didn’t give up.” She took one string and wove it with another. “He did everything to isolate me. Made calls to the coffee shop to say I was stealing. A report that I had been rude to a customer. Even though the manager believed me, the owner didn’t want to deal with the hassle, so they fired me.”

“Asshole,” I muttered underneath my breath.

“He made several calls to the shelter where I was staying, saying that I was bringing drugs into the facility. They kept searching my room. They didn’t find anything, so they didn’t kick me out, but I knew it was only a matter of time.”

“What did you do?” I couldn’t imagine how terrified Anna must have been. She had only been eighteen years old and completely alone in the world. Which was what Derek had been counting on. That, eventually, she’d be forced to come back to him.

“I spilled my guts to Detective Markum. He was the one who questioned me when I was arrested. He did his best to get the district attorney to charge Derek and not me, but he didn’t have any luck. I was pissed at him for a long time, but he kept coming to visit me in juvie.”

A tear rolled down Anna’s cheek, and she quickly brushed it away. “He was the one to pick me up the day I was released. Found me a good shelter to stay at. Helped me get that job. I told him everything, and he knew I had to get out of Portland. Another detective friend of his had sent a woman to Hope House. She was hiding out while she brought charges against her abusive husband. That was how he knew about Sutter Lake.