"It's our nickname for the police. Along with the filth as well as some others, some more degrading than others," she said, explaining. "I wouldn't pass them on to your friend, Cal," she added with a small grin.
Allison was quiet, thinking about it. She couldn't imagine not knowing about any of this but at the same time, she felt some relief at knowing that she'd never have to remember that man again. "I don't know," she said softly, looking at James. "I want to say yes but then- You rescued me. I don't ever want to forget that. I just don't want to remember him. I don't think I can bear to remember him."
She paused. "You could track where I am? Like GPS- Shit, you don't know what that is. You can see on a screen where something is if it's been tagged," she explained. "I did try leaving. Several times- Once might have been to get Healer Nott to carry me back to bed though," she teased with a mischievous grin.