Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“As long as you’re sure this isn’t personal.”
“What does your father say?”
“He agrees with you, but you know me. I like making absolutely sure about these things. My kids are away from home.”
“They’re protected, you know that.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having them here where I can see them. Oh well, I guess I need to go have a talk with my wife.”
“You do that.”
Shit! How the fuck did I let this happen? I should’ve stopped her when she first started her detective shit. I just thought she was bored, and once she realized I wasn’t having an affair, she’d back off and go back to her charities and hobbies.
I didn’t see the call to Marcus or her realizing the severity of what those two were up to. For one, I never expected Jack to go to the apartment because a big part of their cover was appearing as if they didn’t know each other. But she got him to go there somehow.
When I had a sit down with Dad earlier, he was no help; he was proud of his daughter-in-law, while I was worried for my wife. I don’t know what the hell happened to my father, but the man who had kept what he was hidden from Mom for more than fifty years is all onboard with my wife sticking her nose in.
According to him, times have changed. Personally, I think he’s fascinated with those damn kids, and the shit Mancini and Lyon allow them to get up to. He didn’t let me get anywhere near this side of things until I was in my early twenties, but apparently, these kids are way more advanced than I was at that age.
I only know about the kids because, as part of what is now being called The Squad, we’re briefed at least twice a week on what’s going on. It’s kind of like the way the country is run. The head guy gets briefed daily, and he passes on what needs to be done to his subordinates.
My father had been the head guy my entire life until roughly three and a half years ago, right around the time the world went to shit. Things are done differently these days, and I guess that has a lot to do with the fact that Lyon’s handlers didn’t bring him in when they were supposed to.
On the other hand, I guess it says a lot about the guy that he wasn’t inducted when he was supposed to be and yet had lived his life according to the rites and ethics of the organization without having any affiliation. That’s not an easy feat, but after meeting him, I can see why.
My own induction was crazy. That’s when my own father sent me into hell and then sent Marcus in to get me. I guess that was both our inductions. It’s not been easy living a double life. One as a businessman and the other as a glorified international rescuer.
Our thing has always been and will always be about rescuing trafficked kids and women. It’s not a new thing; this has been going on for centuries and is more prolific than the rest of the world knows. I doubt three-quarters or more of the world is aware that there are human beings still being sold into bondage as we speak.
Or that most of the kids on milk cartons were actually trafficked for gain. These monsters are so fucked they actually kill a few innocent bystanders to make it look as though kidnapping is just about some sick fuck who’s into kids, but it’s much deeper than that.
The men and women behind this ugliness are a well-organized band of evil fucks that spread out to the four corners of the world. Their thing isn’t about making money; they’re the ones with money. You need money to do the shit they’re into.
It's an evil that, if the known world was aware of it, would strike nothing but fear in their hearts and minds, and my wife is on the cusp of finding out about this shit. I’m not sure why Lyon thought it was a good idea to let his kid get involved.
I know she’s set to take over from him, but that’s many years from now and she’s too young, too innocent. At least, that was my argument when we took the vote, but he seemed to think differently.
From what I know now, he had no choice because the kid was just too smart, which is saying something because the way my Dad talks, there’s no one smarter than Lyon. All of that aside, I have to decide how much I want my wife to know and figure out a way to keep her out of danger.
Jack Spears is not just some low-level bum out to make a quick buck, and he and Jessica aren’t just trying to shake me down. Their game is more sophisticated than that. They want to use me and my company as a front for their trafficking shit.