“Anyone else?” Cap asked.
Scout raised his hand. “Uh, Cap?”
“Yep?” he asked with a nod of his head.
Scout took his time formulating his response as he tucked his hands into his armpits. “What if the law firm is helping them?”
Cap pointed at the man. “Now, we’re talking with theories. Why would they help?”
Scout shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t rings like this keep lawyers on retainer? Like cartels and shit?”
I looked over at the young man. “You think they’re in on this somehow.”
“It wouldn’t shock me, take a look at this,” Ranger said.
With a few clicks of his fingers, pictures of the law firm a couple of towns over as well as their website popped up.
And boy, did this place have money.
“Jesus,” Brutus muttered.
“That building,” Ranger said as he leaned back in his chair and pointed, “is right smack dab in the middle of downtown Bryersville. I mean, look at that damned thing. That place ain’t cheap to rent.”
“Huh,” I said as I studied the picture, “you got other angles of that building?”
“Sure thing,” Ranger said as he typed away.
I was already formulating how to get myself into that building while the guys talked around me.
I don’t know what they said. The truth of the matter was, I barely paid attention to these club meetings as it was. Not that I didn’t respect them, but the guys usually talked out things I already knew upfront.
Like the fact that this law firm knew about the sex trafficking ring.
The outside of the building told me everything that I needed to know. There were a multitude of cameras around the outside of the building. Even in the alleyways, which wasn’t like most businesses. Alleyways weren’t usually something policed by cameras, simply because there were better ways to police side doors in the dark. Most businesses pulled away from cameras and gone straight to alarm systems that triggered if someone forced their way in through the door.
Not to mention, the black façade of the building.
It towered over the rest of downtown. While most of the other buildings around it were probably no more than five or six stories, by my quick count, that damned building had twenty fucking stories on it.
“Are there apartments or anything around that building?” I asked.
I must have interrupted a conversation, because everyone turned to face me.
“Why?” Cap asked.
I shrugged. “That building is tall. Just wondering if they needed to secure air rights before building.”
Cap grinned while Ranger hunched over to get to work. “You got anything else going on in that head of yours?”
I just shrugged. “I can’t prove it, but I know they’re connected to this ring.”
“See?!” Ranger asked as he thumbed over his shoulder at me. “Even he believes so.”
Cap furrowed his brow. “What makes you believe that?”
I shrugged. “What makes you not?”
Cap’s face fell flat. “Humor me for once. What are you thinking about?”
