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The men just stared at one another, and then Alistair looked at the bodyguards.

“You need to get her to eat something on a regular basis. She doesn’t know she’s hungry because it’s suppressed her appetite to the extent of starving herself. Get her to eat a little soup and half a sandwich. Anything. When the concert is done, get some help.”

The bodyguards nodded and looked at the girl.

“You have to listen to them, Dove,” said the man.

“Who are the men that sold this to you?” asked Alistair.

“Like I said, we met him in L.A. We were just looking for something to help with my stage fright. He gave me this and told me it would help with the weight loss. He said if I lost the weight, he would connect me with a producer.”

“Did he?”

“No. Not yet,” frowned Dove.

“What’s his name?”

“We only know him as Roper. I don’t know his real name or last name. Usually, he sends the drugs to a doctor in midtown or in the D.C. area when I’m down there visiting my dad. Last night, well, last night, he demanded that we come to him in West Virginia. You were there?”

“We were there,” said Alistair.

“God,” she whispered, shoving her hands over her face. “Katelyn was usually the one that would have sex with him. I think she actually liked him. It’s part of his deal. He gets the drugs for us. We buy them, but we have to allow him to have sex with us as well.”

“Dove,” sniffed one of the bodyguards. Alistair looked at the man, then back at the girl. There was a distinct familial likeness.

“You’re her brother.” The man nodded. “You’re her brother, and you allowed this to happen? What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“I-I know. I’m sorry. I was just trying to help her live her dream. I didn’t know it was all so bad.”

“You didn’t know?” asked Sor. “Take a good fucking look at her! She’s a skeleton. She won’t ever make it in music because she won’t live to see it.”

There was utter silence in the room except for the two girls hugging one another, sniffling, and the brother taking in a deep breath.

“I think we need to get you that help now,” he said. “No arguments, or I’m calling Dad.”

“Who is your father?” asked Alistair. They both looked at one another, then back at the men in the room.

“He’s the president of the university in D.C.,” said Dove.

“Fucking unbelievable,” said Sor, walking away.

“Where can I find this man? Where is Roper?” asked Alistair.

“He lives somewhere in the mountains, but I don’t know where. He’s not the one in charge. I know that for sure because he’s referenced ‘the boss’ several times. I text him when I want something, and he tells me where to pick it up.”

“Give me his number.”

“He’ll kill me,” she whispered.

“Go away. Go with your brother and get the help you need. We can help you disappear. I need to stop this man. He’s killing people with this shit, and he’s trying to kill some innocent people I know and care for. What he’s done to you is not helping your career. It’s hurting it. If you can get yourself healthy and clean, there could be a chance for you to have something amazing and special.”

She nodded, wiping more tears from her face. Writing down the number, she handed it to him.

“Tell him I sent you. I’ve done it before. He might ask you a lot of questions. He’s not going to believe that you want to lose weight. You’re going to have to find someone softer, less muscular. He’s really picky about who he uses.” Alistair stared at the woman and nodded. “Also, he usually carries weapons and sometimes will have other men with him. Not always, but usually. He’s disgusting and likes to make the girls screw him. I hate it, but I was so addicted to this stuff I couldn’t turn him away. Just know that he’s dangerous. Okay?”

“Noted.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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