Page 32 of Loki
“So, are you confirming that it is Dominique Honoré?”
“Here is a photo of Domique Honoré that Brian Hamm’s wife sent over,” Wires said, handing it to me. “I printed it off the email.”
The picture captured a group of ladies, their colorful swimsuits contrasting against the crystal blue waters of the ocean. Each of them had a smile on their face as they proudly held up their martini glasses. There was no mistake it was my Nikki.
Fuck!
“It matches the lady on the video in my opinion, but I’m not opposed to a second opinion if you need one. This is a pictureof her and of the guy. I pulled a still from the video but maybe someone will recognize them.”
I let out a deep breath. In the picture pulled from the video, Nikki appeared older than in the picture from the beach, but there was no doubt it was her.
“That’s the Dominique, I know. Fuck! Let me see the video.”
Wires sighed and hit play. “She was blindsided, but I think she might have known the guy.”
I nodded as I watched her turn around like he might have called her name. “Any audio?” I asked, even though I was sure he would have played it if he had it.
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
We watched as the man jogged towards her. By her facial expression, she looked like she didn’t understand why he was there. Then he moved so quickly she didn’t have time to react, as he hit her over the head with something, knocking her out. He caught her before she hit the ground, picked her up bridal style, then carried her to a dark color sedan. He tossed her inside the trunk, then jumped inside his car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
“This was the only video I could find because of the storm.”
I released another deep sigh. “Could you send Lila in here so she can confirm if this is the woman that helped her escape?”
“Sure thing, Prez.”
Wires closed his laptop then walked towards the door.
“Wires,” I called out, causing him to face me.
“Yeah, Prez?”
“Good job man. When all this shit’s over, and for what you did for Dragon, expect to be patched in.”
A wide smile crossed his face. “Thanks, Prez. I’m going to see if there’s anything else I can come up with.”
“Thanks.”
He nodded, then walked out of my office. I picked up my phone and dialed the number I had for Brian Hamm.
“Hamm,” he called out after he answered on the third ring.
“Loki here.”
“Any news?”
“Not anything good. I’m going to confirm with a young lady who escaped the sex trafficking ring with the help of Nikki, but I do believe it’s her.”
“Goddamn it.” He sighed. “My wife is going to lose her fucking mind.”
“The auction is tonight. We’re going in. We’ll get her out.”
“Do you need anything from me?” he asked.
“Not at this time.”
