‘I thought Troy was the Police Commander. And I thought he was going to help me on this case.’ Richard Hudson was in his late 40s or early 50s, wi...h curly hair that reminded Cindy of the late Mr. Blair of Lightsource Industries from the ‘Murdered Bride’ case some months before. Hudson was not in as good shape as Blair had been, though, and Hudson had a sneer of arrogance about him… it was clear he’d expected Commander Troy to personally come running at his beck and call. It was just after. If all she wanted was to escape, she could've done that. There was nothing to stop her, at least not that I could see. Instead, she had something much more nefarious in mind. I could see it in her eyes as she replaced the roll of tape on her utility belt and pulled out a blade of some kind."What is your name, ship captain?"Seeing her with that blade in her hand I didn't care whether I sounded fearful when I answered. "My... My name is Rodney Jackson. What's yours?" I couldn't take my. But I was also powerless. I couldn't fight this man. I should have. I should have had the strength of character to fight this nasty filthy abuser...but this was also so unexpected and I didn't know how to deal with it. This was not a scenario or circumstances I'd ever thought about of considered. It simply wasn't in my point of reference.I felt dirty. I felt disgusted and humiliated. My psyche was destroyed, broken down and submissive in its deep humiliation. Something in my mind was telling me. It clung enough to where you could not only see what little bush she had but count the hairs.No one noticed that Olive had slipped off with the girl’s brother. I was the only one that saw the boy’s shiny face, and then Olive blushed as she made an O with her lips.“Can you do something with my daughter? We have been all over today. There is a wedding tomorrow that we can’t miss, and she seriously has nothing to wear, her mom said.Still only having the man, his son, and two daughters in the.