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“Van is ready.”

“Copy.”

“First group moving.”

First group.

There are more girls.

My stomach turns.

“How many other rooms have people in them?” I ask.

Jasmine points down the corridor.

“Two that I know about.”

“How many girls?”

“I don’t know. They move people all the time.”

“Where?”

Her face changes.

“Planes.”

Cold spreads through me.

Of course.

The mine is a holding location.

They bring the girls here.

Then fly them somewhere else.

I think about the delivery schedule on Greg’s email.

The coordinates.

The dates.

I thought they were moving drugs.

Weapons.

Something illegal.

I never imagined this.

“Do you know where the plane is?”

Jasmine nods.

“There's a dirt runway over the ridge. I heard the guards talking.”

The radio crackles again.