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Devil In The Details
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On my way back to the clubhouse, I went over and over the interaction with Devon in my mind, almost obsessively. I couldn’t control wanting to touch her, and she very clearly did not want that. Much to my disappointment, I realized that I was probably in the friend zone and would have to accept that we were going to only be friends and that was it. As much as I didn’t want that, I knew I’d take her any way I could, as long as I could be around her.
After parking my bike in the lot, I wandered inside the clubhouse and saw everyone standing in a crowded circle, looking at something. I went over and saw Bloome showing pictures of baby Jameson on her iPad. They all looked the same. Fat baby wrapped in a blue blanket sleeping. I chuckled and went to head toward my office.
“What’s up?” Phoenix asked me.
“Nothing. Just gonna get some work done.”
“You’re a workaholic,” he said.
I shrugged. “Nothing better to do, I guess.”
He folded his arms across his cut. “You need a woman.”
Turning my back on him and walking away, I said, “No, I don’t.” There was only one woman I wanted, and I couldn’t have her, so if that made me a workaholic, so be it.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and set it on the desk before taking off my leather jacket and hanging it on the back of the door. I picked up the phone to see I had a text.
Rocky: I figured out a way to let you access that site without the spyware. Try it when you’re ready.
I set the phone down and excitedly accessed the Dark Web, quickly finding the site. I carefully entered and kept my proverbial fingers crossed that no malware came through. So far, so good. I navigated around the site and saw that there were more boards than before. Gritting my teeth, I clicked on the ones that appeared to be newer and saw even more children up for sale. I wanted to shut this site down so badly, but I couldn’t until these guys were caught. It would take a lot of work to shut it down, anyway, and I wasn’t sure I had the skills. I began to wonder if I shouldn’t just call the FBI. It would be the right thing to do. My stomach churned in disgust.
I picked up my phone, changed her contact name to Devon instead of Rocky, and replied to her text: Thank you, worked like a charm. You’re a genius. I had a nice time tonight by the way. I hope I didn’t do anything to scare you away. I’d like to be friends.
Then, I texted Viper: Can I see you in my office?
The phone chimed.
Devon: You’re welcome, I’m glad it worked. I had a good time too. And no, I don’t scare that easily ;)
“What’s up?” Viper poked his head in.
“I was able to get back into the human trafficking site. Look.” I pointed to all the message boards and showed him the children for sale.
His face went murderous. “Sick fucks. When are they coming to New Orleans?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I can’t, in good conscience, let this site stay up. Kids are getting hurt every day. You good if I tip off the FBI?”
Viper looked at the screen again, his jaw bunching. “Yeah, do it. Enough of this bullshit. I’d like to kill them myself, but we can’t wait around, just hoping they’d be in New Orleans soon. I know you said they’ve been moving the operation east, but it’s been weeks. Enough’s enough. Do it.”
I felt an enormous weight lift off my chest. “Thanks, boss. I’ll do that tonight.”
Knowing I had Devon to thank, I decided to text her.
Me: It’s definitely a human trafficking site. Did you look at it? I’m calling the FBI. We can’t wait and hope they come to New Orleans. There are new posts every day. They have to be stopped.
Her reply was immediate.
Devon: NO! DON’T CALL THE FBI!
What the fuck?
Alarmed, I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She didn’t answer until the fourth ring, which told me she was unsure about answering. “Hi, Parker.”
“Give me one good reason to not call the authorities, Devon.”
