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“He was ‘wearing a badge’? When he raped you, he was ‘wearing a badge’?”

Sybilla shook her head, she didn’t know. Thought so, yes.

Her eyelids were drooping, her mouth was slack with exhaustion.

“Were any of the others ‘wearing a badge’?”

Sybilla shook her head, she didn’t know.

“Could you describe him? The ‘white cop’?”

Sybilla printed on a Post-it: