Page 44 of Sinners' Appetite
I think about it for a second and decide to let her, since she’s able to track him.
“How do I know that we can trust you?” Jeremy asks.
“I might be a bitch, Jeremy, but I’ve learned a lot about my brothers over the last few months and I want to put a stop to their bullshit.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Let’s just go. I’ll explain on the way there. It’s a lot.”
We all hop into my car and take off toward the main highway. Once I get to the intersection, Jessica tells me to take a left.
“So…what did you learn about your brothers, Jessica?” Jeremy asks.
“You know how they used to travel together a lot? I found out why,” she replies.
“Go on…”
“They get paid to make…deliveries.”
“Drugs?”
“Not always. By the sounds of it, they traffic people.”
“People? Like as in…”
“They deliver people to random locations and they’re apparently sold off in an underground auction. Mostly women and children.”
I slam my hand into the steering wheel. “If you knew this, why didn’t you go to the police?!”
“Because my brothers would have me killed if they found out that it was me who ratted them out.”
“That’s what anonymous tips are for, Jessica. Fuck!” Jeremy exclaims.
“I know, I know! I was scared, okay?! I didn’t know what to do.”
“You better hope that we find Nikki and Sammi alive,” I say, keeping my eyes held on the road ahead of me.
Jessica lowers her head to her phone. “He’s on the move again,” she informs us.
“How did you find out about the trafficking?” Jeremy asks.
“I heard them talking on the phone one night. I had to spend the night at Nolan’s when my car quit on the side of the road, and I could hear their conversation clear as day through the vent in the guest room.”
“How long do you think they’ve been doing this?” I ask.
“I have no idea.”
“Is there just the three of you in your family?”
“Yes.”
“Well, just so you know, once I’m done with Nolan, you’ll be an only child.”
“I don’t think he’s got my other brother with him,” she sighs.
“I know he doesn’t.” I smirk, glancing at her through the rear-view mirror. “Justin’s already been taken care of.”
“What? How?”
