John

“When he spoke to you,” Patterson interrupts, “did you hear anything in the background? When he gave you food, what could you see on the other side of the door?”

KiKi sighs then shakes her head. She balls her hands into fists, preparing to continue. “After a couple of meals, he started…” She bites her lips between her teeth, a steady stream of tears trailing down her cheeks.

“He made me drink juice in front of him with my meal. It made my head swim; I ...