“He took me from behind, like he was attacking me. He grabbed me and slung me to the ground. At first I didn’t know who it was, but then he started talking to me. It was . . . He was like an animal. I tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let me. He had my jeans off before I knew it. Whispering the most . . . explicit things in my ear. Things he’s never said before.”

“Why don’t you pause for a moment,” I said, giving her the box of tissues.

“I . . . have to . . . go on. Or I . . . won’t finish. It’s so . . . He attacked me. There’s no other word for it. He’s my husband and I wanted to . . . I was there because I . . . wanted to be, but . . . not like that. Not . . . It felt like he put his fist . . . his whole fist inside me. He was completely out of control. It wasn’t like my Tony at all. Then, he . . . he . . . sodomized me.”

“I am so sorry,” I said.

“I’m . . . no saint. Tony and I have had sex in every way . . . but . . . He raped me.”

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“He hurt me,” she said. “Not too bad . . . physically, but real bad emotionally. He . . . The worst thing was before he was even through, the big officer in the white shirt and two others in brown shirts came in and pulled him off of me and cuffed him. I think they had been watching the whole time. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. One of ’em jerked me up, told me to get dressed, and then led me to the gate. I was so upset and disoriented . . . I don’t remember much else . . . except when I reached my trailer and got out, a truck pulled in behind me. It was the big officer in the white shirt. He . . . He was running toward me. I dropped my keys, but thankfully I had left the door unlocked. I ran in and locked the door just before he reached it. He tried it. It was locked. Then it hit me—my keys—they were out there on the ground. I put the dead bolt on and the chain. He came back and unlocked the knob, but couldn’t open the door because of the dead bolt. He started kicking the door. I ran into the kitchen and called 9-1-1. When I got back he was gone. This is the first time I’ve come out of the house since then.”

“You know the name of the big officer in the white shirt?” I asked.

“No. I assumed it was Skipper, but I don’t know. God, he’s a psychopath. You should have heard him laughing at me just before they pulled Tony off me.”

“You ever seen him before?” I asked.