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I swallowed audibly, hating the confirmation. “Two dozen red roses tied with a black ribbon, a black cocktail dress, and instructions.”
“Yes,” Bree confirmed. “I saw the receipts today. He didn’t bother hiding them.”
“He thinks he’s untouchable,” I spat, pissed he planned to use another girl the same way he did with my sister.
The night Sadie disappeared, the mayor requested her services from the DOLL Agency and sent the package. It couldn’t be a coincidence. My sister sent me a text describing the roses, cocktail dress, and the note he’d left her. She told me to stay safe and vigilant. If she hadn’t contacted me the next day, I needed to call Agent Phillips.
I never ended up making the call. He dialed my number early in the morning, worried when Sadie never showed up at their rendezvous point. No one had heard from her since midnight, long before her check-in with Agent Phillips. I refused to believe she died. In my heart, I felt my sister was alive and needed our help. No way in hell would I give up trying to find and bring her back home.
“What’s the plan?” I asked Bree, unable to sit still. “It’s taking too long to find Sadie. It’s been weeks since she went missing. I’m worried.”
“Stay calm. We have to keep up appearances.”
Ugh. I hated that she was right.
“Go back to your desk. When he leaves for the meeting, I’ll text you.”
Sighing, I stood, leaving the break room to resume my monotonous secretarial duties. The job was meaningless, the tasks and work insignificant compared to my sister’s case.
Pulling out my phone, I closed the door inside the copy room, starting up the flyers I needed to print. The job would take at least twenty minutes—enough time to check in with Agent Phillips.
I dialed his number, impatiently drumming my fingers on the hard plastic lid of the copier.
He answered on the third ring. “Callie. How are you?”
I rolled my eyes at his calm greeting. “Not good. Worried about my sister.” I didn’t say her name aloud in case the mayor had cameras set up in this room. Wouldn’t surprise me if he did. Bree laughed at my paranoia, but Elliot Goodman wasn’t a good man. The sneaky bastard was capable of anything. “Any new information?”
“Not much. I can tell you the BAU finished revising the profile for the unsub, and it matches Elliot Goodman.”
Of course, it did.
“The unsub works a consistent area that includes Henderson and Las Vegas. A hunting ground where he can easily pick up escorts like Sadie and other working girls. He prefers crowds and clubs where he can disappear without anyone noticing the girls he’s trafficking or his other numerous crimes.”
“How does this help us?”
“We’ve been watching the mayor and going through hundreds of hours of camera footage. He frequents the same locations, moving through each one before circling back again.”
“Like a shark,” I spat.
“Yes, in a way. What’s been interesting is who he associates with, the length of the interaction, and how the meetings end.”
“I hope you have something promising to share.”
“I do,” Agent Phillips admitted. “We found Sadie on the tapes the night she disappeared, including all of the men present at the meeting Elliot brought her to and who she left with.”
“Who?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
My heart rate picked up, anxiety threatening to choke the breath from my lungs.
“Members of the Dirty Death MC. They didn’t bother hiding their leather vests with the emblem.”
“They knew about the cameras,” I guessed.
“Yes. It didn’t faze them.”
Not good. They didn’t fear the cops or the feds.
“Did she go with them willingly?”
