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‘No. I snuck her out. She needed my help.’
‘Fuck, Katie. What have you done?’ I scraped a hand through my hair as I tried to grasp an answer in my head. What if she’d gone to confront him?
Shit. What if he caught her? I needed to find her. Immediately.
‘Who took Father out? Who drove him?’
‘No-one. He took his own car.’
‘She’s in danger Katie, what the fuck do I do?’
Katie walked over to me and pulled me into her arms. ‘We’ll find her. She’ll be okay.’
‘I’m not sure I’ll be able to live with myself if she isn’t. I should have believed her.’
‘Believed what?’
‘Our world is built on money from trafficking. She’d gone to find proof.’
Katie stilled against me as those words sank in.
What the hell could I do to find her?
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
MAEVE
The warehouse looked like any other warehouse. From the outside, you’d never expect there to be such despicable things going on inside. What if I was wrong? I’d been so sure I’d heard correctly, but Cam had left me doubting myself. Desperation to find something against Harold could cloud my head, making me imagine it. Couldn’t it?
Should I have called my brothers? Left them to deal with it while I stayed safe somewhere? I turned my phone on, silencing it. Missed calls from Cam littered the screen, but I ignored them. The camera was all I hoped to need.
It’s okay, I reminded myself. I was only going to get proof. That’s all I needed.
I found an unlocked door at the opposite end I’d seen Harold enter, my heart thundering in my chest as I found myself amongst stacks of crates. Voices carried from the far end of the warehouse and I crept my way along, ensuring slow, silent steps.
The voices got louder the closer I got to them, and my pulse beat loudly in my ears, nerves wracking my stomach.
Breathe Maeve, just breathe.
Peeking out from my hiding space, I viewed the scene before me. Harold stood with two men as they counted money. I pulled my phone up and photographed the strangers. All it showed was Harold doing a deal. Where were the people he was selling? It took me a few seconds to locate them. They were at the far edge of the room, shackled to a pipe. Fuck, they really were just kids. My heart ached for them as I pulled my phone up and photographed them, too. A girl and a boy, both in their early teens, from what I could tell. They both sported facial bruises and looked utterly terrified as they watched the men count out their price.
Rage simmered beneath my skin, heating my blood to boiling.
Proof wouldn’t be enough. I needed to get someone here. Proof might bring down Harold, but it would be too late for the kids. They’d be gone by then. I couldn’t leave them.
I pulled up my brothers into a group chat and sent the photos along with the address, swallowing hard as I sent them. Cam and Katie received the same brief message before I thrust my phone back into my pocket. I ignored the storm of vibrations in my pocket and watched as the two men left, taking their case full of cash with them.
Would my brothers or Cam get here in time?
Harold walked across the room and grasped the girl by her chin, turning her head from side to side before skimming a hand down over her chest. The girl paled while the boy tried to kick out toward him. Harold’s laughter echoed about the room as he slapped the boy.
‘No point fighting. After today, you’ll never see your sister again. And she’ll be getting touched by whoever pays the most for her.’
The boy’s words were muffled by the fabric gag that truncated his face, pulled tightly between his teeth.
‘Don’t worry, they’ll pay to fuck your arse too.’
The boy’s eyes widened as his sister’s shoulders shook with quiet sobs.
