Jacob tried to console me.
"They move fast. Time is money in the cartel's world, but at least we know they are still alive. We are fresh on their tails, boss. We will find them."
My eyes narrowed, my nostrils flared, and I took a deep breath. I looked at my partner, my friend, barely holding it together. I swallowed down most of my rage, saving it for the criminals.
"If they think they can keep her hidden in some trafficking hellhole, they are mistaken." I hissed through clenched teeth.
Jacob smirked, cracking his knuckles.
"They can try, boss, but they have no idea what you and I are capable of. We will find them soon, big guy."
I nodded in agreement.
I scanned the room, looking for more clues. My gaze rested on a half-torn map pinned to the wall across from us. Small red dots circled the bordering towns in Mexico. I stepped closer, my voice a low growl.
"It looks like they've marked multiple destinations in one of the biggest trafficking capitals of the world."
I glanced at Jacob.
“Let’s hope the men guarding these locations know how to find Hector. He ordered his minions to get the girls to his compound so he could sell them to a buyer. We just have to figure out where the fuck he is."
Jacob shrugged. "We’ll have to kick in every door until we find someone who will talk."
I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the frustration eating away at my insides. I flexed my fists, trying to relieve the tension creeping up my neck and shoulders.
It was time to head out to Mexico. We will stop at my place and figure out a plan to visit every area marked on the map, if needed. I gestured towards the door.
"Let's go, buddy. We have enough of what we need to find the girls."
We returned to the SUV, agreeing that we never wanted to set foot in that dump again.
We have a lot of work ahead of us.
I pulled out my cell and texted Yara-
Hey, I need your help with an assignment. Get back to me, and I will give you the details. I will have Tony fly you out to my place in Mexico. Thanks.
I hit send-
It's a good thing I haven't replaced Yara yet. If anyone can get close to the traffickers, it's her. I started the engine and headed to the border, feeling more hopeful now that we had something to work with.
I glanced at Jacob, smiling.
“We’re off to Mexico. Grab our passports from the bag. It’s time to pay Hector and his clowns a visit.”
Chapter 4
Trafficked
Kitlyn
A jolt from the van woke me from my nap. We must have hit a pothole or something. Startled, I looked around, dazed at first, but then I remembered what fresh hell lay ahead.
Becca whispered, grabbing my attention.
"Kit?" Her voice was raspy, like she had a bad sore throat. "Do you think…do you think they are gonna kill us when we get there?"
I looked at her. My stomach tightened as I swallowed. "I don't think so, Beck. You heard them at the facility. They want to sell us to some rich men."
