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This is Iron Ridge.

“Tell us about the locker,” Sean says.

Frank leans against the raised stretcher.

“It’s inside the old Pueblo bus depot.”

“I thought the station closed,” Taylor says.

“Passenger service moved years ago. The eastern half of the depot was converted into offices and storage. The western baggage room is still standing.”

“Who owns it?”

“A holding company.”

“Navarro?”

“Not directly.”

“Who?”

“Daniel Price.”

Sage looks at me.

“My investigator owns the bus station?”

“Part of it,” Frank says. “Price purchased the property eight years ago through a shell company.”

“Why?” I ask.

“It was a transfer point.”

“For girls?” Sage asks.

Frank looks at her.

“For everything. People. Money. Weapons. Records.”

My stomach turns.

Daniel sat across from me in restaurants and offices.

He accepted my money.

He showed me photographs of frightened girls.

All while he owned part of the route used to sell them.

“What is inside the locker?” Sean asks.

“Evidence Marisol collected after she escaped.”

“I thought the ledger was the evidence.”

“It was the beginning.”

“What else did she find?”