Patch is Emmy’s favorite dog and she’s hoping to find him a good home, I said. Something came alive in Jude’s eyes, as if he’d remembered my earlier story about taking a dog from the shelter before Chopper came along.
Brody squeezed her other hand. Douglas said you can see her later today.Yes. Hannah read something else in Brody’s eyes. He was holding back on her. What is it?
He sighed. About fifty miles away, the police found thirty-six dead girls in a storage container.No. Horror wrapped around Hannah.I’m sorry. He pulled her close.
Hannah pressed her face to his chest and cried. She had no resolve left. It was done. She’d helped find Jewel. She knew in her brain she hadn’t caused the deaths of all those other girls, but her heart was heavy with sadness and guilt.Ten minutes later, she was empty and spent. Her eyes ached, and her chest hurt. They were nothing but potential witnesses to those men.
They’ll try to get Jewel and the other girls who survived.
I’m sure they’ll be guarded. Brody stroked her hair. Douglas and his team are working with the FBI and Border Patrol, plus a host of other agencies who specialize in investigating human trafficking. Homeland Security could get involved. They are taking the girls’ safety very seriously. In fact, Douglas said if you want to see Jewel, I mean Jenna, then you’d better go today. She’ll be moved soon to a secure location.The cat jumped to the floor, the sound of his paws hitting the wood surprisingly loud considering he weighed all of nine pounds. He trotted, loose-limbed, to the doorway and cast a Well? glance back at Brody.
I’m coming. He closed his file. The cat was right. Time for bed. His eyes were starting to cross, but he was taking tomorrow off and wanted to make sure he hadn’t overlooked a clue. He hadn’t.His cell phone buzzed on the desk. He picked it up and glanced at the display.
His eyes went to the clock. Midnight. Alarm woke him faster than a triple espresso.What’s wrong? he answered.