Chapter 59

“Are you sure you’re ready to get into this?” Lorenzo asked.

The effects of my previous panic attack were still somewhat lingering. One could tell from the slight tremble in my hand whenever I reached my arm out to grab something that my nerves were still jumpy.

Lorenzo insisted that I allow my body to rest for another couple of hours before taking a deep dive into the work in front of us. But, I couldn’t bear to waste any more time, knowing that the answers we’d been searching for were finally in there.

Plus, knowing that someone out there was heavily determined to see that Lorenzo and I didn’t get the chance to see what was hidden within these files made them feel all the more valuable.

“Yes,” I told him. “Hopefully we’re able to gain a better perspective on what Agatha has gone through.”

Lorenzo’s gaze softened. “I think we’re about to.”

Together, we reopened the file and began to read through the various test results of the medical scans the coroner had run.

Immediately, my heart began to seize up in my chest and the ability to breathe normally had vanished. There are countless pieces of proof that the girl has been sexually abused in various places.

“Her hymen has been forcibly torn and there’s reported trauma around the vaginal area,” I said numbly.

I forced down the waves of nausea and revolution that swirled in my stomach. I knew that there was a very likely chance that poor Agatha has been raped. But there was always a part of me that was desperately praying to be wrong.

According to her blood results, there was an excessive amount of ketamine in Agatha’s system as well as some form of contraceptive.

“Why ketamine?” I asked quietly.

“I’ve heard that it’s normally used for induction to anesthesia. It’s used to manage things like depression and overall muscle pain,” he explained. “Basically, it’s a type of sedative and muscle relaxer.”

Christ, I was almost sorry that I asked.

Blinking back the series of tears that threatened to flood my eyes, I continued to read through the report. An hour had easily slipped by before either one of us spoke out. To my surprise, it was Lorenzo who’d slumped back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose in contemplation.

“I think the new question that’s haunting me is, was this the work of just one man or several?” Lorenzo asks.

Based on the test results, her body had been repeatedly used like some sort of toy.

“Well, based on the information here and having studied that bodily sketch of Agatha’s external wounds, I’m going to make the educated assumption that several men were involved,” I said.

“But is there a way to prove it?” he pressed. “You know we need a lot more solid evidence than just assumptions.”

From what I could remember when I had gotten a better close-up at Agatha’s body, it was obvious that there were some marks older looking than others, signifying that this treatment had been going on for years.

Suddenly, the idea hit me like a flash of lightning. “Bite marks...That’s it.”

Poor Lorenzo looked as confused as ever. Surely he thought I’d finally lost my mind, but I was certain that I’d just discovered how we were able to prove my theory.

Quickly, I took out my phone and pulled up the numerous clusters of pictures I’d taken earlier. Lorenzo’s eyes grew wide in shock, his brows lifted, warranting me to explain myself. My face flushed in sheepish embarrassment. I held up both my hands in defense.

“Okay, before you start judging me, just know that none of these photos were originally in the forensics report.”

Lorenzo looked as though he were struggling to keep himself from laughing. The corners of his mouth twitched while his eyes raked over me.

“I’ll admit, I’m quite impressed,” he said. “But tell me why these photos are relevant.”

I pushed my shoulders back and sat up straight. “Teeth marks are very similar to fingerprints. No two are completely alike. Is there a way we can blow up these photos? Could we somehow zoom in on every bite mark on Agatha’s body?”

He nodded his head.

“If we can magnify these photos, we could measure the bite radius, study the teeth indentations and any other notable marks and determine if any of them are exactly the same.”

Lorenzo’s POV:

Lorenzo stared back at his Luna in pure amazement. How on earth had he gotten so lucky to have such a crafty and intelligent woman by his side?

It filled with him a deep, loving sense of pride that practically left him stunned by her ingenious idea.

“That way we can determine if this was done by just one person—”

“Or possibly several people,” Eleanor finished for him.

“Lorenzo, the results of a test like this could be monumental. I know that you’ve always believed that the blue moon pack has been involved in this from the very beginning. My own father never fully trusted the pack back then either. These cases were only ever classified as missing children. No one could ever establish a connection between the two. But Agatha’s reports clearly state that she’s been sexually used and abused for a long time.”

Lorenzo’s eyes darkened while heart-wrenching memories of his mother’s past came flashing through his mind.

“These results could potentially link her as having been a part of some kind of secret, underground sex trade...And we know that there’s only one place that all of this leads to.”

The two weren’t about to waste any more time. The alpha had called for one of his staff members to have them collect a spare USB flash drive from his office.

He had Eleanor send him all of the photos she gathered to his phone so he was able to transfer them to the laptop and have them downloaded somewhere safe.

As soon as they were able to print out the enlarged photos, they got to measuring and came to a solid conclusion...

Agatha Wilde had been a sexually abused victim of numerous men.