Rebecca paused, “I haven’t seen Harrison since the night after he betrayed me.”
“Because we captured him in Afghanistan when we rescued Avie,” Ivan explained.
Ivan removed the cloth from the prisoner’s mouth. “You have guests.”
Harrison laughed as he watched Rebecca tremble. The room grew smaller with every breath she took. Her mind flashed back to the memory of two men holding her down while the man she trusted to have her six raped her.
Julio pulled her from the room, making Harrison laugh almost manically. His thumb caressed her cheek as he calmed her down. “You don’t have to go back in there,” he told her.
“Yes…yes, I do. If I don’t, I’ll never be free of him,” she murmured.
“What do you mean?” Julio asked, his voice carried an edge.
Tears spilled from her cheeks as she leaned closer and whispered the details in his ear.
Julio pulled her close and held her tight. “Don’t go in there,” he said. “We’ll have Ivan fly him back separately. It’s the only way I won’t kill him with my bare hands.”
Rebecca straightened. “If I don’t, he wins.”
Julio stared at her a minute before finally relenting. Her chin went up and she entered the room. Ivan leaned against a wall, cleaning a knife. Harrison sat in a chair and she doubted he noticed the drain beneath him.
“How did you finally find me?” he asked. “Did your friends tell you how they broke all kinds of international laws by taking me?”
“Pot meet kettle. Do you think I came here for you?” she asked.
Harrison’s face dropped. “Didn’t you come to make me pay? Surely you don’t plan to leave me here in this hellhole. You always do things by the book, Rebecca. You never stray from the lines.”
“I want to know who assigned you to me,” she demanded.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked.
Rebecca smiled and glanced downward to the floor. “If you won’t tell me, things might get a bit messy.”
Harrison huffed. “I’m an American citizen. You can’t do anything to me. I’ll report you. Even if they can’t find this place, it’ll always taint your record.”
Rebecca took another step closer and Julio growled, barely able to contain himself. Ivan, sensing his conflict, approached him.
“Let Rebecca do what she needs to do. When she’s finished, then you can do what you must.”
Rebecca placed her phone on the table and hit record. “Warren Harrison, I place you under arrest for international sex trafficking, raping me, and the murder of five CIA agents.”
Harrison laughed. “You can’t prove any of it, Rebecca. It’s your word against mine.”
“Not exactly,” she said, moving closer to him. “We found some of your victims and they’re willing to testify against you. I’m sure the CIA will want to know why you flew to Afghanistan and used the alias, Agent Keenes. They might suspect you’re working as a double agent.”
“You’re lying. Hassan promised to bring you to Afghanistan. I didn’t take you,” he said, acting innocent.
“Hassan has ties to two sex trafficking rings, which transport the women from ports such as Seattle in shipping containers. You aided him in crossing the border into Vermont and entering the United States with his cousin Rahimi. Someone higher up helped you. I want the person’s name,” Rebecca demanded.
Harrison realized she pieced together most of his crimes and the smile vanished from his face.
“He’ll have me killed. What assurances will you offer? I want a plea deal and top security,” he negotiated.
“It’s not up to me to offer you any deals. I’m leaving for New York and will pass the request along. You know how this will work. They’ll want a name. If you can’t provide me with one, they won’t give it any consideration.”
Harrison’s mouth firmed as he debated whether to tell her.
Ivan motioned for her to pause her phone. “Maybe he needs an incentive,” he said, bringing the blade close to Harrison’s ear. The man struggled against his bindings as Ivan sliced his ear. Blood poured down Harrison’s neck, making him scream.
