Page 58 of Exhale
“She has ties to a human trafficking ring that specializes in small children,” Black said.
“Jesus…what the fuck? I thought Danner was just into weapons and drugs,” Jordan said.
“Human trafficking is a billion-dollar industry in the U.S. alone,” Black said.
“I know the statistics.” Jordan shook his head and unclipped the sheathed knife at his thigh.
“We won’t let that happen to Owen’s boy,” Micah said.
“Thanks,” he said, although Micah couldn’t guarantee rescuing Weston.
Jordan swallowed around a knot in his throat. If Weston was already sold, it would be impossible to find him.
“What are we waiting for?” Jordan murmured, impatient to get in there and finish this.
“The lights to go out,” Micah said.
“Why not just shoot them out?” Jordan held up his weapon equipped with sound suppression device twisted on the end.
“We’re going to need the lights to avoid hitting the kids, unless you have infrared goggles?” Black said, a frown clear in the man’s voice.
“Actually, I do, but they are in the Pegasus vehicle,” Jordan grimaced. “And why can’t we call Pegasus?”
“Too many people wanting fingers in the pie. They don’t care about the victims, they only want the reputation from taking down the perps.”
“That’s not true…” Jordan frowned at Black, and he wondered what had happened to the guy to change him into someone so bitter.
Jordan tried to lighten the mood. “Hey, I ran into Lucas the other day. You remember him? He contacted me,” Jordan said.
“What?” The shock was clear in Black’s voice.
“Where? How is he?” Micah cut in, throwing Black a quick, surprised look.
Jordan remembered that Lucas and Micah had been really tight back then, like best friends tight.
“He’s not doing too well. He lives at a shelter in downtown Ventura. Let’s look him up when we get back.”
“Damn right.” Micah smirked.
Black growled.
Jordan gave a rueful smile. Chase Black had been the protector of their small band of boys, surely, he remembered Lucas? Should he remind him of it?
Black spun around on him in the darkness, and Jordan hastily backed up. He would have fallen to his ass if not for Micah’s hold.
“Where is he?” Black snarled, biting out the words.
The words were growled so low and lethal that Jordan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.
“He was outside the Pegasus office. He followed me from a restaurant one day not long ago.”
“Where is henow?” Black said, still in that flat, hard voice.
“Guys?” Micah whispered and pointed to the house. “We gotta go. We gotta go now.”
Jordan whirled around in time to see several men walking up the steps of the house.
“Shit,” Black muttered and sprinted across the street.
