Page 21 of Double the Dilemma

Savage looked at Code. “You able to find anything?”

Code tapped a few keys and an image of Karissa popped up on the screen at the front of the room. “When Esme and Fury first started hanging around I didn’t find much on Karissa, except that she moved around a lot as a kid and aged out of the system at eighteen. I did a deeper dive on her and found a few more things. Including Sena.” Razor leaned forward, though it didn’t sit well that he barely knew any of this shit about her. They’d been sleeping together for months, shouldn’t he know at least a bit of it?

Code tapped a few more keys and another picture came up of a woman in an orange jumpsuit, but there was no mistaking the emptiness of her eyes. In the picture he placed her as no more than sixteen, maybe seventeen, but with the look of a full grown woman that knew exactly what she had done without a hint of remorse. “Sena Farrell,” Razor said aloud, testing the name.

Code nodded. “I looked into her and she’s something else. I even managed to hack in and get the psych notes on her, as well as some other sealed records, and Karissa is right that she’s a psychopath. She was removed from her parents home at the age of seven after a neighbor reported she thought the little girl next door was being molested. Turned out she was right, and it was by both her parents and their friends. Apparently they liked to sell her to their buddies.” His mouth twisted in disgust. “CPS removed her from the home, and she moved around different foster homes for a while, but she started showing signs of being dangerous when she was eleven. Apparently one of her foster parents at the time found her drowning puppies in the river behind their house. Report said Sena was laughing while she did it, and she would hold them under for a minute, pull them out, let them get some air and do it over again. Said she killed three or four of them before the foster mom found her and got the dogs away then called for CPS to remove her.”

“Sick bitch,” Fury hissed. Razor fully agreed.

“After that she bounced around a few more homes, but was never in them longer than a few months. Mostly she would get into fights with the other kids, hurt the family pets, and at one point wound up in bed with one of her foster parents’ male friends. Dude was jailed, and she was moved. I pulled his statement; he said she came on to him, but of course the cops didn’t believe him,” Code said with a grim look. “They sent Sena to therapy, but from what I can see, Sena stopped going after only one or two sessions. Then she started writing letters to the man in jail and sent him photos.”

“Wait, she sent him photos and letters. On her own?” Savage asked incredulously.

Code nodded, pulling up another image. “Found this one in a sealed jail record to the inmate. The shit she says at twelve is horrifying.”

Razor leaned forward and read the graphic note, his stomach twisting. She basically recounted what he did to her, and how she couldn’t wait to do it again. It was revolting. “Did he answer back?” he managed to ask.

“No,” Code replied. “But the guards kept any other letters she sent. I found records of at least five more that they took photos of. There were no letters or anything from him to her so he wasn’t charged, but he died a couple months later in a fight in the yard.”

“People don’t take kindly to child rapists in prison,” Ice said darkly.

“Sounds to me like she was toying with him,” Rogue said thoughtfully. “Trying to get some kind of reaction out of him. Probably pissed her off when he didn’t answer her back.”

“Definitely the behavior of a psychopath,” Doc agreed.

“What happened after this guy?” Razor asked. He didn’t need to know about some sick pedo. As far as he was concerned, the guy got what he deserved.

“Sena got in more and more trouble, and moved around from home to home,” Code continued, pulling up more documents and reports. “At one home she killed their three cats with antifreeze, and at another she threatened another girl in the home with a knife.”

“Escalating in violence,” Doc mused.

“Then she settled down at around fifteen,” Code continued. “She got moved to a group home, and they put her on meds and made her see a shrink. For what looks like a year, she didn’t get into trouble, attended her appointments, and went to school.”

“That’s a pretty big shift,” Doc said with a frown. “Most kids would figh that tooth and nail, especially one like Sena.”

“Or, she was learning how to better work the system,” Steel said quietly. Razor had to agree.

“She was moved into the same foster home as Karissa at sixteen about four months before Karissa arrived. From the statements I read, something set Sena off one night and she attacked Karissa while she was asleep. Karissa heard her come in, tried to stop her, and they fought. Eventually, Sena got the upper hand on Karissa and stabbed her five times, and from where the strikes landed, it looked like she was trying to get her in the heart, but was so enraged she just started stabbing wherever she could reach. Foster parents dragged her off and kept her contained while they called for the cops and an ambulance.” Code glanced at Razor apprehensively, and Razor knew that he wasn’t going to like whatever he saw next.

“Do whatever you have to do,” he told Code calmly.

Code nodded and clicked a few more things, and then up came the images of Karissa’s injuries. He bit back a snarl, seeing her lying there, young and helpless, attach to all kinds of machines while they documented her injuries. “Sena caught her in the side, her left lung, shoulder, and left arm at the top of her bicep... Once she was healed, she testified against Sena, and Sena was sentenced to a psych ward.”

“A psych ward?” Fury said in surprise. “What the fuck? Her ass should have been thrown in jail.”

Razor agreed wholeheartedly. “She used the insanity defense,” he said knowingly, looking at Code for confirmation. “She was learning to work the system,” Code confirmed as he looked at Steel, who also nodded, a grim look on his face.

“How long was she in the psych ward?” Savage asked, looking at Code expectantly.

“She was out a week before her twentieth birthday,” Code replied. “All the notes from the psychiatrists said that they felt she was no longer a danger. They worked on getting her balanced with the proper meds, group therapy, and she expressed remorse over and over again for what she did. So they let her go.”

“Fucking broken system strikes again,” Doc said in disgust. “I don’t know what kind of shrinks they have working in that place, but no way anyone of any caliber would let a woman with classic psychopathic symptoms and behavior just walk out of there and say,yeah she’s fine now.”

“She put on a good show. What happened after she left the psych ward?” Razor asked, though he already knew the answer.

“She dropped off the grid. No driver’s license, no tax information, or residence have come up in her name. To anyone looking for her, unless they were looking to see if she was released, they would think she was still there,” Code replied.

“A lot of offenders change their names when they get out,” Ice pointed out. “Don’t want to be hassled by survivors or the media. Start a whole new life.”

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