Pratt’s phone rang just as Agent Stonewall started yelling at the three men standing behind her and her teammates.
“Pratt”
“What in the hell is all that racket in the background?”
“Hey to you too, Uncle Larry. Some SSA named Stonewall having a coronary because we arrived at one of his crime scenes.”
“You’re in Tampa?”
“Yeah, we got called about a national bolo we put out. They were going to let us talk to one of the people on the bolo, Peter Robinson, but he’s now gator meat,” Pratt chuckled, looking over at the agent still going off with is hands flying all over the place.
“How long will you ladies be there?”
“A few days at least. We want to see if there’s a chance Dakota may be held here in Tampa. We think there’s a strong chance that Candy is here as well.” Pratt and the caller spoke for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Raso stretched her arms over her head, leaning side to side. Ignoring the man yelling at the group as a collective, “Who was that on the phone?”
“My godfather, Deputy Director of the FBI, Larry Keon. He’s apparently on his way here to Tampa for some meetings. He’s offering to introduce us to a friend of his here, someone named Ian Sawyer, who is the head of a company called Trident Security. Uncle Larry seems to think they can help us with the search for Dakota.”
“God, I hope so. Lord knows we’re hitting every fucking wall there is with this search. Maybe some fresh eyes helping us look into this shitstorm will be the break we need,” York sighed heavily, looking over at the men talking amongst themselves.
“I’m starting to wonder if she fell to victim to the same human trafficking ring that had Tina, only she wasn’t as lucky. We just haven’t found her body yet,” Raso joined the two women in their discussion, looking over their surroundings, with all the lights flashing, people milling around doing their own thing.
“You mean the serial killer ring?” Pratt asked, making sure she was on the same page.
“Yeah, I mean, granted Dakota was the target. We know Candy sold her, but not to who. All Tina knew was someone or something called Ares.” Raso threw her hands in the air, frustrated with the whole situation.
“Excuse me ladies, I’m sorry, did you put human trafficking and serial killer ring in the same sentence?” The blonde-haired man questioned looking from the women to the dark-haired man who had spoken earlier.
Pratt looked over at the three men then to her teammates who shrugged, “Yeah, we discovered a guy who created a unhackable website…”
“All sites are hackable. You just have to know how to do it,” Blondie chuckled as he rubbed his hands together in glee.
“Not this one. If anyone tries to hack it, it notifies the creator and the whole shit and kaboodle gets shut down,” Pratt informed the men, watching them look at each other in shock at the information. “The buyers are heavily vetted before they are given access to a username and password. The victims that are kidnapped by the website creator, are then sold on his website to people who are serial killers.”
“The lazy man or woman’s serial killer website is what Diesel calls it I think,” York laughed, shaking her head at the name.
Cortez joined the group, hearing some of the discussion. “We haven’t been able to track the second creator of the site. This second guy is damn good at covering his tracks.”
“Second guy?”
“We managed to find the main creator, which is how we managed to find one of the girls we’ve been searching for…long story there. We caught him about three years ago, but the site is still up and running with new victims every fucking time we turn around,” Raso finished up for Cortez, who was ogling one of the men in the group.
“Probably a good thing we got there first instead of the squids.” Cortez cracked, smirking at Pratt.
“Eh, I was tempted to tell them where we were headed and let all five SEAL teams have a little fun with the dude’s ass. May have been able to get more information then.” Pratt admitted to her teammates.
The black-haired god looked from his two friends to the four women confused. “SEALs?”
York was texting away on her phone, walked closer to Pratt to show her the texts. “Yeah, the victims are daughters of Navy SEALs.”
“Where’s the asshole who kidnapped them now?” The amber-eyed hunk growled, taking a step towards the women.
“Who? The guy who kidnapped the girls? Easy, he’s in prison for the rest of his life. The one who was in the process of trying to kill Tina, the one we managed to find? He’s dead.” York put her phone away after fiddling around with it some more.
“The SEALs?” Blondie smirked as if he knew a secret.
“No, unfortunately, they would have toyed with him some once they caught him. Three of us standing before you shot him at the same time. Who knew when three bullets hit the same spot in the head, it pops like a pimple,” Cortez popped her p’s at the same time she used her hands to simulate something popping.
