For 20 years, Alice has been haunted by flashbacks of the night the Metropolitan police officer David Carrick imprisoned her in his flat and raped her at gunpoint.
She can picture his receding hairline; his hairy chest; his hands gripping her throat. She can feel the cold metal of a gun barrel at her cheek. She can hear him saying: “If you behave yourself, I’ll let you go.” She can remember going to the hospital after the nine-hour attack and a nurse telling her that she wasn’t the first woman to say she’d been raped by a police officer.
