The crime of rape sizzles like a lightning strike. It pounces, flattens, destroys. A person stands whole, and in a moment of unexpected violence, that life, that body is gone. Award winning writer and public health executive Michelle Bowdler's memoir indicts how sexual violence has been addressed for decades in this society, asking whether rape is a crime given that it is the least reported major felony. Cases are closed before they are investigated and DNA evidence sits for years untested and disregarded. Rape in this country is not treated as a crime of brutal violence but as a parlor game of he said/she said. In 1984, the Boston Sexual Assault Unit was formed as a result of a series of break-ins and rapes, of which Bowdler's own rape was the last. Twenty years later, after a career of working with victims, Bowdler decides to find out what happened to her case and why she never heard from the police again after one brief interview.