“I won’t go to court. Please just set me free from this. I lived it once. I can’t live it again.”
Gene got it.
He went into each phone, and deleted it from their emails. Then, he took Renegade’s phone, and deleted the file.
It was gone.
When he looked up, there were tears on Corbin’s cheeks, and he didn’t blame him.
“You’re free,” he said.
Thank.
God.
He couldn’t deal with it anymore. Corbin was at his max for this.
“Better?” Gene asked.
Corbin nodded.
“We need to keep the phones, in case we have to find any more people involved in trafficking individuals,” Ethan admitted.
Well, Corbin understood.
“We overheard the one biker. There are guys out there who will be transported soon. We have to hope the person taking them calls one of those phones.”
Yeah, he figured as much.
“Just find who killed the men.”
Ethan knew he needed to know that too.
“Chances are, the drugs exploded in the balloons in their stomachs, or one of the bikers killed them by being rough. The person trafficking, from what we found out, drops the drugs with the bikers, and tells them where to find the men. They drug them, have sex with them, and then make them swallow as many balloons as possible.”
Corbin listened.
“Hopped up on Snow, they likely will do anything to get more dick. That’s how they get them to comply.”
He understood.
“Any more bad news?” Corbin asked.
Gene shook his head.
Honestly, even if he had some, he wouldn’t tell him. Corbin looked to be about at his max.
Ethan knew it was time to change the subject.
“I’m starving,” Ethan said. “I could eat a big, Gene-sized dick. Let’s get something to eat.”
The man whose dick was being discussed, laughed.
“You ate it plenty, chuckles,” he said, laughing, and then he stopped. “Goddamn my head hurts,” he admitted.
Before Ethan could say more, there was ridiculous banging coming from their front door.
It sounded like a lunatic was trying to get into their home.
