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Initially, the files had described the activities of a trafficking organization. Now they were more detailed and touched on organ harvesting.

Adriana swayed.

I placed my hand beneath her elbow before she could fall, but she pulled away as though my touch had burned her.

“How many?” she asked.

Her voice was barely audible.

“On this shipment, forty-two.” “And how many shipments were there?”

Artemus opened the main directory.

Folders spread across the screen in dated rows.

Dozens of them.

Some contained manifests. Others held photographs, payment schedules, hospital records and transfer orders. Several were labelled only with numbers.

The earliest file was more than six years old.

Adriana stepped closer until her palms rested against the edge of the desk.

“How many people?”

“I don’t know yet,” Artemus declared. “Some of the lists overlap, and several directories are still locked.”

“How many have you confirmed?”

Artemus looked at Atlas. Atlas didn’t rescue him.

“Three hundred and seventeen.”

Tone covered her mouth.

Marcello turned away from the screen and stared out of the window, his shoulders rigid. Gianni lowered his head, while Archie reached for Tone’s hand and locked his fingers around hers.

Raze remained against the wall, but the control in his face had hardened into a deathly mask.

Adriana continued staring at the names.

“My father had this.” Her voice trembled. “He carried these records. He hid them inside the rosary and gave them to me.”

She looked at Artemus.

“Was he part of it?”

The question seemed to tear through her on the way out.

I moved toward her, but she shifted away before I could reach her.

Artemus glanced at Atlas again.

That was when I understood there was more.

“What else did you find?” I asked.

Artemus’s fingers stopped above the keyboard.