ebbing and flowing. Once it quieted, Lorna spoke again. “He’s talking to our lawyer, Shay. Now, he’s just our family lawyer and he can’t do much to help with this other than advise us which way to go next, but what that woman is doing is slander. I mean, she could fucking
ruin
us.”
“Libel,” Shay said faintly, horror blooming inside heras she realized what Lorna was getting at. She hadn’t understood just how bad this could get for Elliot.
Oh, hell
.
She had to fix this.
“It’s libel,” she said again. “She’s not speaking it—she’s putting it down in print, and it’s on the fucking Internet, so it’s
forever
unless it gets retracted.”
Or proven wrong … Shit, why didn’t I think of that?
Turning back to stare at her computer, she said quietly, “I have to go, Lorna. Tell Elliot I need to speak with him as soon as he has time. It’s important, but I know he has a mess going on, so when he’s got a few minutes.”
Without waiting another second, Shay disconnected and moved back to the computer.
Once more, she pulled up the complaint page for Facebook. She had to shut this bitch down.
She started another complaint about the fake page, and she also included the fact that the impersonator was now making false allegations against an innocent man and provided links to the statements.
Of course, they were very likely to claim it was just her word against the impersonator’s. As a cynical smirk curled her lips, she muttered, “I ought to just put a fucking statement on my website …”
Then, as that idea hit her full in the gut, she whispered, “My website.”
Shay swore. She was a fucking
idiot
.
Why hadn’t she thought of this before?
Her website had a
news
section. It was basically a blog.
Shay didn’t use it as one, but that’s what it was.
Her hands were sweating as she stared at the computer and told herself she needed to do this.
“Are you there?”
She nodded, forgetting that Angie couldn’t see her. Ofher three sisters, Angie was her favorite and the one closest to her in age. She was the only one who knew
who
Shay was now, where Shay was now, and what Shay did. She’d been close to all of her sisters before … well. Before. But now it was just Angie. Angie was also the only one who knew about Shane.
After the attack, Shay had been determined to cut all ties and while the others hadn’t completely understood, they’d respected her decision. Shay had been terrified Jethro would come after her again someday and she didn’t want to endanger any of her adopted siblings, even though they had all been out of the house by that time, and most of them were married.
While she’d been able to cut ties with most of them, though, she’d missed Angie too much. One year after she’d run away from Arizona, she’d hunted Angie down.
And they’d kept in touch, through phone calls and then through email; their contact was infrequent, but it was enough.
Angie lived in North Carolina, and she was the one person who knew all of Shay’s deepest, darkest secrets.
Angie handled everything that had to do with Shay’s website, including the graphics and updates. And she’d hold her hand through this. Nobody but Angie could possibly understand how hard this was.
“This bitch is fucking whacked,” Angie said, her voice flat and angry.
“You must be checking out my so-called Facebook page,” Shay muttered, still staring at the computer. She was kind of hoping it would just disappear. Or that she could will the website into doing what she wanted without actually having to
do
anything. It wasn’t working so far.
“Yep. I went and checked out the page of the bookstore guy, too. He’s hot.”
Yes. Hot … that described Elliot to a T. Shay took abrief mental break to ponder that. Some of the tension tightening her shoulders faded and she was able to take a deep breath.
Hold it … relax. Again …
As some of the panic receded, she laid her hands on the keyboard
ruin
us.”
“Libel,” Shay said faintly, horror blooming inside heras she realized what Lorna was getting at. She hadn’t understood just how bad this could get for Elliot.
Oh, hell
.
She had to fix this.
“It’s libel,” she said again. “She’s not speaking it—she’s putting it down in print, and it’s on the fucking Internet, so it’s
forever
unless it gets retracted.”
Or proven wrong … Shit, why didn’t I think of that?
Turning back to stare at her computer, she said quietly, “I have to go, Lorna. Tell Elliot I need to speak with him as soon as he has time. It’s important, but I know he has a mess going on, so when he’s got a few minutes.”
Without waiting another second, Shay disconnected and moved back to the computer.
Once more, she pulled up the complaint page for Facebook. She had to shut this bitch down.
She started another complaint about the fake page, and she also included the fact that the impersonator was now making false allegations against an innocent man and provided links to the statements.
Of course, they were very likely to claim it was just her word against the impersonator’s. As a cynical smirk curled her lips, she muttered, “I ought to just put a fucking statement on my website …”
Then, as that idea hit her full in the gut, she whispered, “My website.”
Shay swore. She was a fucking
idiot
.
Why hadn’t she thought of this before?
Her website had a
news
section. It was basically a blog.
Shay didn’t use it as one, but that’s what it was.
Her hands were sweating as she stared at the computer and told herself she needed to do this.
“Are you there?”
She nodded, forgetting that Angie couldn’t see her. Ofher three sisters, Angie was her favorite and the one closest to her in age. She was the only one who knew
who
Shay was now, where Shay was now, and what Shay did. She’d been close to all of her sisters before … well. Before. But now it was just Angie. Angie was also the only one who knew about Shane.
After the attack, Shay had been determined to cut all ties and while the others hadn’t completely understood, they’d respected her decision. Shay had been terrified Jethro would come after her again someday and she didn’t want to endanger any of her adopted siblings, even though they had all been out of the house by that time, and most of them were married.
While she’d been able to cut ties with most of them, though, she’d missed Angie too much. One year after she’d run away from Arizona, she’d hunted Angie down.
And they’d kept in touch, through phone calls and then through email; their contact was infrequent, but it was enough.
Angie lived in North Carolina, and she was the one person who knew all of Shay’s deepest, darkest secrets.
Angie handled everything that had to do with Shay’s website, including the graphics and updates. And she’d hold her hand through this. Nobody but Angie could possibly understand how hard this was.
“This bitch is fucking whacked,” Angie said, her voice flat and angry.
“You must be checking out my so-called Facebook page,” Shay muttered, still staring at the computer. She was kind of hoping it would just disappear. Or that she could will the website into doing what she wanted without actually having to
do
anything. It wasn’t working so far.
“Yep. I went and checked out the page of the bookstore guy, too. He’s hot.”
Yes. Hot … that described Elliot to a T. Shay took abrief mental break to ponder that. Some of the tension tightening her shoulders faded and she was able to take a deep breath.
Hold it … relax. Again …
As some of the panic receded, she laid her hands on the keyboard
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