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The fact that there were people out there right now, willing to hurt a young child, all for their sick pleasure, was heartbreaking.
There that girl was, just walking to school, and the next second she’s snatched up off the bus stop and taken to a third world country where she was treated like a doll by a drug lord who found it amusing to have her.
In the two and a half weeks that she’d been gone, she’d received a cut right above her left calf that had needed stitches. Unfortunately, the drug lord who’d kept her imprisoned hadn’t thought to get it treated, and by the time that we’d found her, it’d been so infected that we thought she might lose the leg.
Turned out, it was much worse than that.
“Fuck,” I said, unsure what to say.
There was nothing right in this particular situation.
“Fuck,” Autry agreed. “Just thought that I would reach out and let you know before you heard it on the news.”
I nodded my head and thanked him, then went back to my blanket.
I’d just finished it, tying off the very last loop, when my sister came into the room looking worried.
“Can’t you knock?” I asked. “Can’t any of you knock?”
Zip didn’t look apologetic.
In fact, she looked worried.
Which had me straightening up, blanket forgotten.
“I could,” she said, no humor in her voice. “But then where would be the fun in that?”
I studied her face for a second before saying, “What is it?”
She bit her lip, looking torn.
“Just spit it out,” I urged.
This had to do with one of three things—only a few things would she be hesitant to share—and none of them were good.
One, they could’ve found out about what I was doing with Winston and were pissed.
Two, there was something wrong with the circus.
Three, was a little trickier. I’d only truly gotten irritated about it once, but there was only so much invading my privacy that I allowed. Which had to do with Folsom, an old worker for our circus, and a woman who was scarily good with a computer.
Then again, it wasn’t just a computer that she was good with. She was also adept with anything that could connect to the internet, whether it be a twelve-year-old flip phone, a computer that had seen more dust than the floor, or some crazy good security system.
If the woman wanted to hack it, she could.
She was better even than Winston’s guy, which was saying something because that man was spy-on-the-president good.
“So, what is it?” I asked when she didn’t quite spit it out fast enough.
She sighed, then dove straight in.
“Bro,” Zip blurted. “Folsom just called me because she found out some information that you might want to hear.”
I rolled my eyes.
I asked Folsom to stop monitoring everything I do, and she’d kept her promise.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t still nosy as hell.
