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“Why is the door locked?” Felipe’s angry voice asked through the door.

“Caleb was worried,” she said. “Where is he?”

“Downstairs with Rafiq. Open the door,” he said. It sounded like a command.

Celia looked toward me with a pleading expression. I weighed my options for a few seconds and decided to let Celia open the door, but there was no way I was giving up the gun. I put it on the ground next to me. “Open the door,” I said.

“Be calm, Kitten,” Celia said, “Felipe won’t hurt you unless you make him. Trust me.” She waited until I nodded and then turned the lock. She opened the door slowly and Felipe, gun in hand, stepped inside to the side of the door.

“What’s going on?” he asked Celia but kept his eyes on me. I was still on the floor, taking cover next to the bed.

“Tell her Caleb is alright,” Celia said. She placed herself between me and Felipe.

“Why have you been crying, Celia? What happened here?” Felipe asked. His tone was deadly and calm.

“Nothing, my love. I’ve just been keeping Kitten company. She’s scared, Felipe. Tell her Caleb is alright. She’s worried about him,” she pleaded.

“He’s fine. He and Rafiq are having a drink. He should be up here shortly. We can all wait for him,” he said but didn’t lower his gun.

“Why didn’t he come himself?” I screeched.

“He couldn’t, not without raising suspicions. As it was,Isuspected something might be happening up here. Why were you crying, Celia?” Felipe asked. His tone hinted at his anger.

“It’s just girl talk, Felipe. Please don’t make a fuss. She was terrified you were coming to hurt her and it made me think about…” Celia’s voice trailed off. Slowly, she raised her hand and caressed Felipe’s face. “Don’t you remember what it was like in the beginning?”

Felipe’s eyes turned sad. He lowered his gun and kissed Celia’s forehead. “I’m sorry she made you remember,” he whispered. “Especially when I’ve tried so hard to make you forget.”

“I have, Felipe. I promise you, I have,” she whispered.

Celia still stood between us, and while I didn’t necessarily trust Felipe, she had proven herself a friend by remaining between me and certain death. I remembered my conversation in the dungeon with Felipe. He had taken Celia as a trophy and, by his own admission, had not treated her kindly. Looking at them now, it was difficult to picture a time when Felipe was cruel to Celia. Then again, I didn’t know either of them very well. Celia didn’t seem to have a clue as to how much Felipe loved her. It looked fairly obvious to me.

Felipe nodded and pulled Celia into his arms. She sobbed loudly into his chest as he stroked her hair and whispered reassuring things. Seeing them made me ache for Caleb.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to cause any problems.” It was true. I didn’t want to cause problems. The only thing I wanted was a way out for me and Caleb.

Felipe looked up at me. “Go wash up, sweet girl. Your master should be coming back any minute and I suggest you’re ready for him when he does. You don’t have much time together.”

“What do you mean?!” I blurted.

Felipe gave me a wry smile. “I wish there was more I could do for the two of you. I’ve enjoyed watching your relationship unfold. Good luck to you, Kitten.”

As I sat, stunned and with my mouth agape, Felipe led Celia out of the room and shut the door behind him. I had surrendered my hostage. I had surrendered my guide. I had surrendered to whatever fate awaited me once the door opened.

Chapter Twenty-One

Day 10: 11pm

Matthew had had a sick feeling in his stomach for the better part of the last hour. The feeling wasn’t necessarily new – it had accompanied him many times on certain cases. The world was a sick, fucked-up place and he dealt with it more than most, but this case was shaping up to be a nightmare he’d remember forever. Every agent had a case that haunted them. Olivia and her Caleb would be his.

Some interesting hits had turned up via facial recognition, nation-wide records searches, and the Homeland Security database. Matthew, along with a few other agents, had started putting the pieces together over the last five hours.

“I think Karachi makes the most sense given the intel,” Agent Williams said. She’d flown in from Virginia once the sensitive nature of the case became clearer.

“I agree. The boys at the FIA aren’t going to like what we have to say, but it looks like Muhammad Rafiq has been making use of military resources to cover up his human trafficking ring,” Matthew said.

Karachi was a coastal city, accessible by air and sea. It was an ethnically and socio-economically diverse area, capable of camouflaging rich and poor alike. According to information from SSgt Patel, who had access to the passenger manifests and air traffic control documentation, several high visibility persons of interest would be arriving in the next two days. Many were already in the city. Unfortunately, none of the names on the list were Vladek Rostrovich or Demitri Balk. Still, Matthew reasoned, he could be traveling under a different alias. One thing was certain though – Muhammad Rafiq would be in attendance.

He thought about Olivia Ruiz and everything she had been saying over the last several days. She had no idea how deep Rafiq’s involvement in the slave trade ran. Based on the pile of information on Matthew’s desk, he was beginning to suspect Caleb had no idea either. Rafiq had been in it for the money for a very long time. The evidence suggested he’d been a key player since 1984.