Prologue

I was walking my dog when eleven year old Daphne Taylor was raped. A neighbor coming home from work found her half naked and beaten and called the police. She was in shock and couldn't give the police much help. She said a monster had hurt her. I was almost home when a black and white pulled up to the curb and I was asked a few questions. Who I was, what I was doing, if I'd seen anything suspicious or unusual. I answered as best I could and went into my house not knowing exactly what had happened, but knowing that something had. I thought they were looking for a burglar and I explained that to Rebecca, my wife of some two years, as we got ready for bed.

I was called at work the next day and invited to the police station to see if I could be of any further help to the investigation. I agreed of course and spent my lunch hour answering questions, only finding out then that Daphne had been raped. I had little real help to offer unfortunately and I felt bad for the little girl, although I couldn't say I knew her at all. I returned to work sincerely hoping they'd catch the animal responsible for such a thing and I called my wife at home, telling her what had happened and warning her to be careful as there was a rapist running around.