Now, two years later, Tiffany was still checking online to see if her images had resurfaced. Each time she found one, she sent a takedown notice. Had the problem subsided? Yes. Had it gone away? No. That could take years. And—like so many of Leigh’s clients—she would always carry the knowledge that her naked images could be out there somewhere for any dirtbag to see.

Tiffany was only twenty-four, but she’d been sentenced to years of punishment by a rage-filled man who couldn’t deal with rejection.

“How are you doing with everything?” Leigh asked.

She sighed. “It comes and goes.” She shrugged. “Me and Ross broke up. You remember the guy I was seeing when everything happened?”

She nodded.

“He just couldn’t handle it. I guess I’ve become pretty paranoid about people. I don’t know.” Another shrug. “I’ve been seeing that therapist. The woman you recommended.”

“Oh yeah?”

“We meet once a week. So, you know, the money helps in that way. But it’s not like a cure-all. You told me that from the beginning, and you were right.”

Leigh nodded. Money couldn’t buy happiness, but it could by a crap-ton of therapy, which was what some of her clients needed after everything they’d gone through.

“I hope Vanessa’s okay,” Tiffany said now. “It was really a shock when those detectives showed up.”

Leigh didn’t comment. Clearly, Brandon and his partner had neglected to share certain information, such as the fact that they were treating the case like a homicide.

“You know, there is this one thing that’s been bugging me,” Tiffany said.

Leigh’s pulse picked up at the tone of her voice. “What?”

“She was seeing someone over the summer. And she was weird about it.”

“Weird?”

“Secretive.” Tiffany looked away. “Sometimes we’d grab lunch together and swap stories. I told her all about Ross and our breakup, for instance. And she told me about breaking up with her boyfriend last spring.”

“Do you remember his name?”

“Cooper Collins. He’s a grad student at UT. But this thing was different. Early in the summer, she went on a date she was all excited about, but then she wouldn’t talk about him. She said she didn’t want to jinx it, but I thought maybe it was something else, like the guy was married or something.”

“Did she tell you his name?”

“No.”

“Was she still seeing him?” Leigh popped a grape into her mouth, trying to act casual.

“I don’t know. I stopped asking because the topic was off-limits. But then it felt weird going to lunch, and so we stopped going. I really hadn’t talked to her in months, and now all this happened.”

“Did you tell the detectives about this?”

“Yeah. But they didn’t react, really. It’s not like I had a name or anything.”