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I fire once.

He drops.

Gunfire erupts near the loading dock.

Arthur and Will return it.

Trent reports movement near the office.

“Holt?”

“Two men exiting west.”

“Stop them.”

One shot.

Then another.

“West clear.”

I move through the warehouse.

Empty cages line one wall.

A row of mattresses covers the floor.

The sight nearly stops me.

Six girls were not the first ones held here.

Navarro built an entire route around places like this.

Warehouses.

Truck stops.

Foster homes.

Diners.

Mines.

Girls disappeared while men were paid to look away.

That ends tonight.

Kane reaches the office corridor.

A black door stands open at the far end.

“Movement,” Taylor says. “SUV leaving west side.”

“Trent.”

“I see it.”

An engine roars outside.