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“I don’t know you.”

“But you know my name.”

“I know you purchase girls.”

“I operate a business.”

“You’re a trafficker.”

His expression remains calm. “Words are less important than results.”

“My daughter escaped you.”

“Temporarily.”

“She reached her father.”

Something changes in his eyes.

A flicker of irritation.

“Sean Campbell is one man.”

“Sean spent eighteen years in Delta Special Forces.”

“He has three former teammates.”

“Then I guess that makes four men you should be afraid of.”

Navarro strikes me.

My head snaps to the side.

Pain explodes across my already bruised face.

I slowly turn back toward him.

“You hit exactly like my father,” I say. “He couldn’t control me either.”

Navarro’s eyes harden.

“Put her with the others.”

Two men drag me toward the tunnel.

As we pass the cargo van, I hear crying inside.

Girls.

More than one.

I twist toward the sound.

A guard shoves me forward. “Keep moving.”

“How many are there?”

He doesn’t answer.