“You can’t do this. I’m an American citizen,” he shouted.
“I need a name, Harrison. Once you compose yourself, I want you to tell me who ordered the hits.”
“Go to hell, you bitch,” Harrison snarled. “I’ve survived this place and when they toss me into my room, I think about you. How you cried out for me to stop. You begged and pleaded for me not to leave you with those men.”
Julio growled and went for his throat. Ivan and two of his men pulled Julio off him. Harrison choked and coughed as the men subdued his attacker.
“Fine. Then you can stay as a guest here and we’ll see if your tune changes in a few months. I still have the flash drive. I’m not sure how you knew it existed.”
“Because we have cameras in your apartment. You came home and then returned to the office. I sent the tech guy to retrieve it after searching your bag. You didn’t bring it to work, and I suspected you left it there.”
Rebecca recalled how he spoke with a man she didn’t recognize when they went to talk with Rich and Dan.
“He didn’t find it,” she said quietly. “That’s why you sent someone else, but Julio messed up your plans. Did your man shoot two of our team members to cover your tracks? I forgot to add Mrs. Jackson to your death total. You confessed to me about killing her after blackmailing Director Jackson. You used AI toconvince him to cooperate. He was the director of operations. The order came from above. Director Stills answered my call and knew the location,” she said, recalling their conversation.
Harrison’s eyes grew wide when he realized she guessed correctly.
“You have to provide me with security. I can give you all the information and the names of the Senators and the Congressman involved. I’ll give you the judge’s name, too. Director Stills coerced someone in the Canadian government to help Rahimi cross the border,” Harrison rambled.
“Give me all the names first. You raped me and left me there with those men. I’m not going out on a limb for you without knowing how far up the chain this goes.”
Harrison nodded. “I’ll need a piece of paper and a pen.”
“No. I want you to tell me now. Who are they, their titles, and what did they do for Rahimi, Hassan, or the sex trafficking rings? I want the names of the ring leaders, too.”
Forty-five minutes later, Rebecca shut off her phone. Harrison gave her the information she needed to bring down one of the biggest international sex trafficking rings in existence. Instead of feeling happy, her body felt heavy. She believed in the law and the people who upheld it, only to find how many of them let her down.
“What do you want me to do with him?” Ivan asked.
“I gave you everything. Take me back to the States and protect me,” Harrison demanded.
Something clicked inside of her. Harrison didn’t repent his sins for raping her or any of the others. He showed no remorse for anything. The lawmakers involved would get a high-priced lawyer and a publicist, saying Harrison went rogue and tried to save himself. His punishment meant high security and possibly a relocation from prison to a fortified home. He deserved to pay for all his crimes.
“He doesn’t care how many people he hurts,” she told Julio. “He’ll never pay for the lives he took or the damage he’s caused. How can I ask for protection when he deserves nothing?”
“Sometimes people only learn by going through the same experiences they put people through. I know of a questionable prostitution ring that will take him in a heartbeat. He’ll know the pain he caused those children. He’ll feel what he did to those women and men. Eventually, he’ll know what it feels like to plead for his life when it falls on deaf ears. Then, finally, he’ll go to hell on his own,” Ivan offered.
Harrison laughed. “Don’t try to scare me. They work for the government. They took an oath to protect me. Rebecca will never cross that line.”
She leaned across the table and stared at him until his laughter died. “I watched Jim struggle as I held a hot poker to his face, stomach, and dick before I shot him. Did you forget, Harrison? I’m missing. Ivan invited me here as his guest.”
Rebecca turned to Ivan. “I never want to hear his name again, but I want assurances he’ll never escape his new job.”
Ivan nodded to his men, who untied him and held him as he struggled. “You have to take me back, Rebecca. You owe me,” he shouted.
Rebecca stopped in her tracks. “I’m paying you with all the pain you’ve caused these innocent people, for the lives you stole, and for those you’ve killed. I’ll never lay eyes on you again, but I hope you remember me for the rest of your days.” Rebecca said, walking out of the room.
“Please, please don’t do this. You’re an FBI agent,” he said, turning to Julio. You can’t let them take me,” Harrison pleaded.
Julio grinned as he approached him and whispered. “I’m no longer an FBI agent. I quit because of assholes like you. I do, however, wish you a long life.” Ivan’s men let go, and Julio’s fist struck him in the stomach. Harrison bowled over, crying in pain.
“Get used to it fucker, it’s only the beginning,” Julio said as he strode out the door.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Four Months After the Rescue
“Today, we have breaking news as CIA Director Harold Stills was arrested along with several top-ranking officials. Senator Williams and Congressman Hursh have been indicted. The White House has confirmed that the investigation is still ongoing. In other world news, several countries participated in one of the biggest sting operations against sex trafficking. An undisclosed number of victims were rescued and will be reunited with their families as we speak,” the newscaster said, listing all the countries.
