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he women. Once they’re sold, Ingram International ships them to the buyer.”
“Right.”
“How do you plan to prove that?”
“We’ve already got the proof back at the station,” Carmen said and Kamau stopped just as she was about to grab the door handle and go in.
“If you already have the proof, what are we doing here?”
“To find the women.” Carmen grabbed the handle and opened the door, but Kamau didn’t move.
“Don’t you think you should call the police and let them handle this?”
“They’re on their way.”
“Don’t you think that you should wait for them to get here before you go inside?”
Carmen turned and faced Kamau. “I’m just gonna go in and take a quick look around. Maybe ask a question or two,” Carmen said and thought back to a couple of hours ago, when she promised herself that she was done taking unnecessary risks. Unnecessary because the police were on their way.
“The last two times you went in there,” Kamau pointed. “You almost got yourself killed.”
“I know. And I promise, this is the last time that I will ever do anything like this. But I gotta see this through to the end.”
“I understand,” Kamau said and held the door open for Carmen and she walked in. “Just a quick look around.”
The second Carmen walked in, the first person that she saw was Walter Bonner. He saw Carmen too, reached for his gun and opened fire.
When he did, two men rose from behind the bar and took aim at Carmen. Kamau raised his weapon and shot one of the shooters as Carmen ran for cover.
As the dancers ran toward the back of Enzo’s and the people in the bar hit the floor, Carmen took cover under a table and got her gun from her purse. She looked around for Kamau. He had taken cover and was taken fire from the two men at either side of the bar.
Once she took the safety off, Carmen turned over the table to provide better cover and opened fire. The two men at the bar began firing at Carmen. The brief exchange gave Kamau a chance to get to better cover.
Bonner and the two men stood in the open and sprayed the bar with bullets. Carmen kept her head down and watched as Kamau crawled along the floor, trying to make it to a spot where he could get a clear shot at the shooters.
When one stopped firing to reload his weapon, Kamau stood up and hit him with two shots to the chest. The man went down and Kamau took cover as Bonner and the other shooter began firing at him. With their attention diverted, Carmen stood up and fired and hit the other shooter and then she started running toward the back of Enzo’s.
As the gunfire blazed around her, Carmen made it to the back of the club. Two men with Ak47s came from the other side of the club firing and that forced Kamau to take cover.
One of the shooters circled around to the side of Kamau and was in position to fire.
“Look out!” Carmen yelled.
Kamau turned in time to hit the one sneaking up on him with three shots to the chest before he could get a shot off. It was then that Detective Harmon arrived with ten officers.
“Police! Weapons down!”
The two remaining shooters quickly put their weapons down and surrendered to the police. When Carmen saw the cops taking control of the scene, she started to go through the door the led to the back of Enzo’s. When Bonner saw Carmen going toward the back he raised his weapon.
“Don’t do it,” Detective Harmon said with a gun at the back of his head and Bonner froze.
“Now, nice and slow, hand me the weapon,” he said as more officers surrounded them.
Knowing that it would be safer for him in the long run, because Milton and DP would surely kill him, Bonner quickly surrendered his weapon. And then confirmed for the detective everything that Carmen said about the operation. Once Bonner confessed to everything, he led Carmen and Detective Harmon into the back of Enzo’s, up the stairs and then he led them down a long hall. The walls were lined with booths, and in each booth was a woman, a couch and a video camera with a live feed to the Internet.
Some of the women were talking to their client, while others were masturbating for their entertainment and enjoyment. At the end of the hall was a door that led to the basement, where four women that had already been sold, were heavily sedated and locked in rooms while they waited to be shipped overseas to their new owner.
“Walter Bonner, you’re under arrest,” the detective said in disgust and took him out of Enzo’s Palace in handcuffs.
