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“Okay. I’m listening.”

“Let me pour us a drink first,” I said, walking over to the bar.

“None for me. My stomach has been funky all day.”

“You haven’t been drinking this whole week, and I want to know why?”

“Yes, I have.” Her brows furrowed. “I had a glass of wine last night.”

“You didn’t touch it with dinner. Then I went upstairs, and more than half the glass was empty when I came down.”

“What’s your point, Roman?”

“I’m just asking why you didn’t drink it with dinner.”

“Fine. I didn’t like the taste of it, and I didn’t want to tell you because I know it’s an expensive wine.”

“If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. No big deal. All you had to do was say so. Anyway, I want more explanation for why you asked me about kids and then turned around and asked my brothers.”

“Are you serious?” She laughed. “You’re still thinking about that stupid question I asked only because I saw a guy with a kid who reminded me of you? Don’t you have anything better to think about?” She sat down on the couch.

“It was just weird, and it came out of nowhere, Morgan.”

“Oh my God, Roman. What is your problem? It was a question that I’m sorry I asked. Jesus Christ.” She stood up and stormed up the stairs.

Sighing, I went after her.

“You’ve been acting weird all week. Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“Fine. I think Agent Weathers is sex-trafficking girls.”

“What?” My brows furrowed. “Why do you think that?”

“A phone call came through. It was a man from a restricted number. He told Weathers that the shipment was coming into the port at midnight on Friday.”

“That could be anything,” I said.

“That’s what I thought at first, too, but then I thought about it some more and followed him. His car pulled up to a run-down building downtown, and two young girls, who were underdressed and looked out of it, were pushed into the back by the two large men behind them.”

“They were probably hookers, Morgan.”

“They looked to be about fifteen, Roman. I can feel it in my gut. I know what he’s doing.”

“You need to let the police handle this,” I said.

“I can’t do that. Nobody can be trusted.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I still felt there was something she wasn’t telling me.

CHAPTER 30

Morgan

Since my run-in with Agent Weathers, I felt I’d been followed all week. Stepping into The Hamilton Group building, I took the elevator to Roman’s office, where music was blasting. I opened the door and covered my ears until he turned the music off.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I need to use your computers.”

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