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“Is that what you want? Do you want the kids for yourself? We’ve got more. You can take them all!” the person yells.
And another fucking thud follows. “You think I’m like those fucking perverts you’re selling to, you nasty fucking bitch?! What do you mean fucking take them all like they’re useless objects I’ve come in here to steal? You fucking soulless piece of shit!” she screams and a few more thuds follow as I’m creeping up, checking rooms to figure out where the hell she is but as I bust open doors, I’m just met with more dead people.
“I’m sorry! So sorry. I just don’t want to die. I’ve got a family. This is just my job,” the person on the other end of Julissa’s fury says.
“Just your fucking job?! Do you know what fucking happens to those kids when you sell them? Give me a damn good fucking guess!” she yells.
All I hear is whimpering in response.
“Some of those kids are hurt until they fucking die because they’re motherfucking babies you piece of shit and don’t even try to pretend you don’t know who the fucking buyers are. You guys are selling these kids to fucking convicts, people who run fucking trafficking rings! You know exactly what your job entails! So answer my fucking question! Where are the fucking babies?!” Julissa asks the woman again.
“On their way to another state, I don’t know,” she says.
“Listen, lady, the more you tell me ‘I don’t know,’ the fewer reasons you’re giving me not to kill you. Now, where’s that fucking address that I asked you for? And get your pathetic little stinking fucking ass off the ground, get around that fucking desk and try to see if you can fucking jog your memory, maybe you’ll finally remember which fucking state they’re taking them to,” Julissa responds.
There’s silence for a bit and my heart is going wild as I keep opening doors that lead to more dead ends.
“You’re still going to kill me, aren’t you? Even after I give you all this information?” I hear the person’s trembling voice ask.
More silence follows as Julissa doesn’t respond.
The other voice breaks the silence again. “Here you go, this is where you’ll find Robert and the kids are on their way to New York. Please, please don’t kill me. Please. I’m begging you.”
Julissa ignores her pleads and honestly, her pleading makes me sick to my stomach, knowing the role she’s played in this organization. From the moment she said, “That’s what you came here for?” and offered up the children like they were worthless and more valuable than her own life, that’s when I knew that she wasn’t working here blindly because sometimes these organizations that are used as a front for human trafficking, drug trafficking, all types of illegal activity, I mean, the chances are low but it’s still pretty likely that some of the staff are innocent and have no clue what’s happening behind closed doors.
These organizations sometimes, not all the time, benefit from keeping some of their employees in the dark since they’re usually who the authorities will question first and it’s much easier to just keep them ignorant than have them lie or threaten their lives and the lives of their loved ones if they don’t, especially if they have to end up taking polygraph tests. Plus, they don’t want them cracking under pressure even if they threatened them because when people get nervous, they start saying shit they shouldn’t under pressure and it’s too much of a risk for their front. But it’s also pretty difficult to be completely oblivious when you’re working somewhere things like these are happening in the background.
So, although it’s more likely that the people working there know, there’s a small chance that some of them don’t. But this person Julissa is speaking to is definitely not one of those people. She’s not innocent and I feel the need to kill her myself, knowing that Julissa’s pretty fucked already if I’m being honest. Even my fucking shoe marks are here now, my prints are on the door handles and walls. We probably don’t stand a fucking chance but I still want to get to her and get the fuck out of here together.
“What about the older kids?” I hear Julissa ask the person. Her voice is louder now so I know I’m getting closer.
“What?” the person asks.
“Don’t look at me like that and stop fucking asking me ‘what?’ Like you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s really fucking pissing me off! Where are the older fucking kids? Are they on their way to New York too?” she asks.
And I hear nothing. I’m assuming that the person nods or shakes their head because I doubt they’d choose not to speak with how threatening Julissa is at the moment.
“What about the kid that frequents the area around Anne’s Cafe with her pimp? She’s frail, looks about sixteen, got a sunburn on her nose, scar on her face, always wearing the same over-washed clothes, about yea big. You know who I’m talking about, don’t you? Is she still alive? Where is she? Is she with the rest?” she asks.
More silence which I assume is filled with head movements and gestures.
“Her pimp too?” she asks.
More silence. I can hear her now like she’s right in front of my nose. I swing open another door. Okay, not this one.
“How are they getting to New York?” she asks.
“There’s a freight train that transports goods between here and New York,” the person speaks fast.
“Thanks, you’ve been very helpful,” Julissa says in return.
A scream follows and as I swing the door open this time, a gunshot goes off and the woman in front of Julissa falls away from her desk.
Chapter 32
Julissa
“Julissa!”Ihearavoice say from behind me and I spin around, pointing my gun in that direction, lowering it when I see that it’s Mikhail.
