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Charleigh is still frowning over her phone, trying to find whatever it is she’s looking for, so I take the call.
“Hello.” If I thought I was snarky with Charleigh, I’m downright cold to Cade. I decide it’s a defense-mechanism.
Turning slightly on the couch, I give Charleigh my back.
“Are you okay?” His voice is almost as frantic as Charleigh’s, and now I’m concerned.
Before I can answer, he goes on. “The news just broke. It’s all over.”
I shake my head, looking over my shoulder at Charleigh. “What news? What’s all over?”
“Found it,” Charleigh mutters, at the same time Cade says, “The feds just busted a sex party ring, one with ties to trafficking. Grant and Aja Maxwell are part of it.”
My body grows cold, and I turn to Charleigh as she thrusts her phone in my face. I look at the article, not really computing it, as I mindlessly hold my own phone to my ear. Cade’s talking, but nothing is connecting.
After several tips, the Federal Bureau of Investigation and local authorities raided the home of actor Grant Maxwell, finding incriminating evidence…
“Oh my God,” I mumble, frowning, as I continue to read. Hundreds of local girls had gone missing over the last two years, and the common denominator was an invite to a party; a party that was always attended by Grant Maxwell.
“I’ll…” I shake my head. “I’ll call you back.” My voice is detached; hell, I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. I hang up on Cade and take Charleigh’s phone, reading through the rest of the article.
“This means you’re free,” Charleigh says. “Make your post public. Share your story. Help bring that bastard down.” She’s pointing at the phone as she talks, and I can feel the intensity of her words.
But the line that keeps popping out at me is the one that states there are over twenty-members of this ring.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “It also means I don’t know who the dad is.” I hand Charleigh her phone back, as my heart begins to race. “I don’t remember that night, Char. I’d always just assumed…” My stomach starts to churn. “I’m going to be sick.”
