“Ian, I need you to get Brody on the phone. I need him to look deep as he can get into this attorney. I want every fucking spec of dirt he can find. Carter, you or Alvarez can join me with the attorney in interrogation.”
15
“What is the meaning of this? I’ll have your badges for harassment!” Jackson’s attorney yelled.
“Go right ahead, Mr. Robertson. But then you’ll have to explain your part in covering up human trafficking.” Pratt responded, straight faced and to the point with the attorney.
“What the hell are you talking about?” The attorney stuttered.
“Your mail order bride from the Ukraine. She’s here illegal. You lied on your application for her U.S. citizenship. I’m sure the IRS would love to know how you came up with the money to buy your ex-wife too.”
“That’s not human trafficking, there’s websites…”
“It’s human trafficking when the person who creates the website kidnapped the women and offers them to men overseas. It’s prostitution no matter how you think of it. Your ex-wife never signed up for the mail order bride shit, you falsified documents to get her into the U.S., then you lied on the paperwork for get her the citizenship.”
“You have no proof…”
Pratt threw down the folder that showed the documents the attorney had filled out to get the mail order bride into the country and the paperwork for her citizenship. The folder also showed photos of the wife held captive and after she arrived in the country.
They attorney stared at the folder and the documents that spilled out of it for several moments before looking up at Pratt and Carter. “What do you want?”
“Where are the kids kept?”
“What-t-t?” The attorney asked, shocked at Pratt’s question.
“A woman is given an opportunity to get away from her captor, ninety-nine percent of the time they jump at it. The one percent? The only time they don’t leave is when a child, or children are involved. Dakota knows me, she knows my team. She knows my husband and his SEAL team. SheknowsEddie and his SEAL team. Hell, that girl knows every fucking SEAL team on the damn planet would go to the ends of the earth, and into fucking hell to protect her ass once she was home safe and sound again. She chose to go back to the man who abused her, the man who raped her,” Pratt glared at the attorney, staring him down.
“That doesn’t mean there is a child involved.” The attorney whispered softly, trying to find an answer.
“Yes, it does. I’m a woman, Mr. Robertson. The only way I would stay in that type of relationship she was in, was to protect my child. Only difference between me and Dakota, I escaped my hell because my ex had no common sense to separate me and my child. I had my child in my possession at all times, so I was able to escape with my child. Jackson controls Dakota, the only true way to make a woman afraid to leave you, separate her from something she values more than herself, her child.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” They attorney panicked.
Pratt smacked the table hard with her palm, making the attorney jump and Carter look at her in concern. “Where do they keep the children? This is the last time I am asking. I walk out of this room, I call both the IRS and Immigration, giving them your name and how you falsified information. Then I will fucking call the Senator myself and tell him how you fucking tried to make a deal to save your ass.”
“You’ll do that shit even if I do tell you!” The attorney mocked.
“You tell me where they keep the kids, I’ll keep your name out of the report. You did your job as Jackson’s attorney, only we had evidence show up after you left and we nailed his ass. Now, where are the kids kept?”
The attorney looked from Pratt to Carter. When he saw the murder in Carter’s eyes, he swallowed with a loud gulp and then looked back at Pratt. “There’s some land that Jackson bought under his mother’s name eight years ago. He had a large cabin like home built on the property. It’s manned by a couple, a follower and his mail order bride, like mine. They hold the children of the women still in training.”
“How many kids are housed there?” Pratt asked, standing up at the same time Carter did.
“At any given time, there are at least twelve children in one of the rooms of the home. They keep the children in the same room, easier to control.”
“Give us the address of the property.” Carter demanded throwing the notepad at the attorney. “Also, include the mother’s name the property is under.”
As they walked out of the room, Eddie and Sheila walked up to Pratt in shock. “Dakota has a child?”
“That’s the only reason a victim would stay with their kidnapper. I’ve seen it before in the past. It’s rare. Most of the kids are kept with the mothers but are threatened on what would happen if they tried to escape and are caught.”
“Bring our girl home to us, little bit too. We’ll protect them both!” Eddie firmly said as he hugged Pratt tight.
“You know it.”
Shane walked up to her sister. “Be safe, Laura.”
“You guys won’t get rid of me that quick!” Pratt winked at her sister before she hugged her and her brother-in-law, Pattrick. “When did you all get here?”
