Page 162 of Sticks and Stones
Great.
He was going to hell for that one.
“Here’s something you should know about,” Payton said. “You’ll know it’s that sex trafficking ring if the victims are branded. They burn a skull into their body. That’s how they know who is property, and who isn’t. Before we passed it off, the ME saw the brands on the remains. Luckily for us, that part of the flesh remained. The rest…not so much.”
Jesus.
That was gross.
Now, they definitely had to visit the city ME.
“What the hell is wrong with people?” Greyson asked. “This is getting worse and worse.”
Yeah, they were well aware.
They were barely holding back the floodgates to the crime as it was, but then add in a rape drug?
It wouldn’t be pretty.
Greyson was curious.
“And you know all of this because of your source? Would you be willing to let us talk to him?”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Uh, he’s a street weasel, and he’s not going to talk to a Fed. He barely talks to me. You’ll have to take our word for it.”
Well, that sucked.
In that case, he had more questions.
“Where is this shit showing up?” Greyson asked. “Is Snow localized or…?”
Kip shared what he could since their division was in touch with other city cops in big cities to share information.
“NYC is having an issue, and one of the victims actually slipped away from the biker gang. He managed to get to a good Samaritan, and they got him to the hospital.”
That was good.
They could talk to him.
“He managed to tell the doctors about the drugs, the branding, and the gang affiliation.”
Hell, yeah!
“I’ll need to talk to him.”
Payton gave him the bad news.
“He died from the drugs. They sedated him, and it overloaded his system. He was trying to hump anything with a heartbeat. He’s dead.”
Well, shit.
That was bad.
