In November of 2020, 32-year-old Michaela Evans went out to have a good time. It had been a long year.

Technically, it had only been eight months since March of 2020 when everything really changed, but we all know how long that time felt.

After a couple months of pandemic lockdown, just about everybody was eager to get out and let off a little steam.

And Michaela was no different.

So she hit a few bars, then made her way to a local businessman's garage, more of a playground than a workspace, with a swing, a bar, a flashy sports car to have a couple more beers after hours.

Michaela didn't think that she had to be under guard. This was Johnson City, Tennessee, after all.

A friendly college town with tree-line streets, local quirky coffee shops, a few historic

districts, some flashy businessman who liked to party after the bar shut down for the night

was about as exciting as things got.

At least, that's what Michaela thought.

The next thing she knew,

she was waking up in a hospital a week later. She had fallen five stories from the businessman's condo, a total of about 68 feet. Her legs and pelvis were shattered. She was intubated and

underwent multiple surgeries and would remain bedridden until mid-2020, nearly two years after her initial injuries.

By that time, her incident had taken on a life of its own.

It was looking more and more like her accident was not an accident.

Amongst the partying businessmen's personal items, investigators found an

alarming list of women's names, over 20 of them, and at the top of this list was a single word,

raped. When prosecutor Kat Dahl was told about the evidence, she was stunned. Not just by the

idea of a prolific predator, stalking the bars and garages of Johnson City,

but by the fact that nobody, including police who were aware of multiple alleged incidents before this,

seemed to be interested in doing a goddamn thing about it.

Words and ideas can change the world.

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