You were driving down an empty road, gaze narrowed as you watched the coast blur past you. Daisy Hardy, the daughter of your boss, sat in the passenger seat, sniffing through the final stages of a good cry.

You'd caught her being harassed by a group of boys on her way home. For whatever reason, she'd confided in you—sharing the story of the naked pictures that were spread throughout the new high school. It was very similar to something that had happened to you in your youth.

Daisy told you her father had already spoken to them, but the worst of the bunch hadn't stopped tormenting her.

You'd absolutely gone off on the boys.

"Posession and distribution of child pornography is a criminal offense," you'd said, barely containing your anger. A boy wearing a uni sweater caught your attention, and you sneered down at him. "You'd need good luck to get in there with a charge on your record, son."

Now, you were driving Daisy home, to her unassuming father.

Daisy peered over at you, tears in her eyes. "I... thank you, Detective, I... I mean it."