Every second I spend liaising with these people, identifying a new subject, setting up a pickup and waiting for the job to be complete is like sky diving...or some other adrenaline sport.
I get a hit from it.
As Oscar said to me once, I’m in the perfect position in my career to source the perfect product.
I lean back in my chair, glancing at the door to make sure it’s locked and the kids won’t barge in, then click open my secure file.
The video of the boy starts playing and I unzip and pull out my cock.
It never gets old.
The supplier might soon become the customer.If the boy’s still alive.
It’s a long shot.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
JAKE
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“Here.Stop.Right there.”Thomas says.“Watch this.”
I lift my soda, taking a sip while keeping my eyes on the screen.Ryder, Liam and Josh stand around me watching the same thing—Brad in his office on his computer.
Past Brad—footage we’ve recorded over the past week or so.
“Your wife put the cameras in the perfect place,” Thomas adds, and with a pen he points to a section of the screen.“We can see he logs into a secure platform after connecting to the dark web.”
“He’s smart,” Ryder mutters, one hand rubbing his jaw.
One of Thomas’ team members zooms into the messaging and screen grabs something so we can get a better view of what they’re showing us.
It’s coded language, but I’ve seen this stuff before over the years and especially during my time with NCMEC.
Brad Thornton is trafficking children.
