I didn’t try following Miller, I knew some of the Brothers had planted bugs in Miller’s office and home to try to find out information. That had ended up a bust too. None of us had found out a damn thing.
Another problem had arisen in the last couple years. I had seen an influx on the street of girls coming up missing fairly frequently. I’d done everything I could think of to find out what was going on with that and was pretty sure there was now a sex and human trafficking ring. I had been investigating the disappearances from our area with very little luck until I had hit upon Derek Malone and Lance Jones.
A snitch had given me information stating both men were a part of the ring and I immediately started investigating them. I hadn’t found any solid proof to the snitch’s claim. I talked to several officers about the missing women, one being Officer Jones who was one of my suspects. Of course, I hadn’t gotten anything.
A few days later, when I’d tried to contact my snitch again, I’d found he’d disappeared. He was in the wind. I had a sneaking suspicion that I’d ruffled some feathers with my questions and someone had figured out who my snitch was and conveniently made sure he stopped breathing.
Then Sophie came onto the scene with her story of her rape and abuse from her boyfriend Derek Malone and his cop friend Lance Jones. She told us of the phone conversations she had overheard of Derek talking about moving girls and, once again, I’d had my suspicions confirmed but still didn’t have solid concrete evidence, everything was hearsay.
Derek worked for the good judge and this led to the conclusion that the judge had his fingers in both pies. What was frustrating was the fact I wasn’t any closer to knowing who any of the other players were.
I honestly didn’t know where to go from here. The next step I could think of would be to follow Derek. Truth be told, I had tried a few times, but if the fucker wasn’t at work, he was always with his buddy Lance. That bastard had been a cop long enough that he was constantly on the lookout for trouble from all quarters.
I was seriously beginning to believe the only way we were going to find anything on the ring was on the dark web and I sure as shit didn’t know anything about that. I knew the surrounding police departments were looking into it, but with as many officers that might be involved in this, I didn’t think anything would come of it.
Dog had decided that I needed a team I could rely on to back me up when I went out to hunt down any leads for possible stash houses. Twice my team and I had gone out to buildings to check for victims in probable locations. Ranger, Ghost, Casper, Reb, Pred, Beau, Creed and I had missed finding anyone the first time by hours.
The search had resulted in us being concerned we had been watched the entire time we were there. Luckily, all of us had been completely in black from head to toe. Our second time was a complete bust. It didn’t appear anyone had ever been kept at that site.
Finding ‘help me’ scrawled into one of the basement walls during the first trip reinforced the MC’s plan to go vigilante into the sex and human trafficking problems. That was something I didn’t have any objections with at all. I actually thought the club would be able to get more accomplished than my department was going to be able to get done.
Earlier today something interesting had happened. I’d received a call from a detective in Kansas City requesting to speak with me. As was our procedure, my secretary had taken down the pertinent details then I’d called the KC police department verifying the information.
After I received that, I’d called the detective back and left a message to get back with me. I was curious as hell what she might want. Yeah, I had been informed that the officer who called was a woman. She had to have worked her ass off to become a detective. Unfortunately, women were still overlooked for investigative positions in law enforcement all the time.
The ringing of my phone startled me out of my thoughts. Seeing line one flashing, I answered the phone.
“Sheriff James speaking.”
“Sheriff James, this is Detective Dee Anderson with the Kansas City SVU. I’ve been calling different law enforcement agencies that run the east to west and north to south corridors from Kansas City to ask if your department has noticed an increasing number of missing women and children in your area.”
With the thought tickling my brain that the detective’s husky voice was sexy, I inquired, “Detective Anderson, do you have information that has led you to suspect that we have a north to south corridor?”
“Yes. So far my investigation has shown that within a fifty mile radius of the interstate there have been increasingly higher numbers of women and children reported missing.”
“Do you believe this could be a sex and human trafficking ring?” I asked as I stared at Detective Deidra Anderson’s picture and details.
After my initial call to verify the detective’s information was legitimate, I’d called an acquaintance who works for the KC Police Department and had requested some particulars on the detective. My guy had faxed me pages of info on her along with the picture I was looking at.
Even in black and white there was no mistaking the edginess of the woman. While the picture made her look strong and relentless, if you studied the photo you could see that she was damn gorgeous.
I had to force myself to turn the fucking paper over that held her image. I’d been looking at it for the past thirty minutes. It was distracting the hell out of me and damn me if my dick didn’t like the looks of her too. He’d gone to half-mast as I looked at her picture, now hearing her voice had made him stand up and pay attention. I shifted uncomfortably then reached down and adjusted my damn cock.
“We’re not sure yet. I’m a member of a small task force assigned to look into the increasing disappearances of women and children. One of our theories is that there is such a ring. There are too many coming up missing to not include that as a possibility,” Detective Anderson replied.
“With as many missing as you have identified, that is a theory I would probably lean toward myself, Detective Anderson. I will say that in our area over the last couple of years that there has been a higher number than has been reported as missing than previous years.”
“You haven’t found anything that would support a trafficking ring?” she quizzed me.
“Not at this time, no.”
I heard a deep sigh of frustration from the other end of the line.
“I take it you aren’t finding hard evidence to support your theory?” I questioned.
There was a slight pause as if she was considering her words.
After a moment she responded, “I did come across a young woman in the hospital who had blunt force trauma to the head and was severely beaten. She let me know she had been abducted, beaten and left for dead. She managed to indicate the possibility of something like this might be occurring.”
Damn, that was more than I had been able to find out or come across.
“Was she able to pinpoint any specific person?” I queried.
Again there was a hesitation. I could understand that. She didn’t know me from Adam. Hell, for all she knew I was a bad cop.
“Look, Detective Anderson, I realize you don’t know me or know if I’m on the take or not. I can assure you I’m not, but then all you have is the word of a man you haven’t met. I will admit this theory interests me as to the possible explanation to the disappearances in our area.”
She finally relayed the information to me, “This young girl indicated that there was a woman involved. Someone she called Mama J.”
Holy fuck. We had thought there might be a woman, this pretty much confirmed that.
“I wish I had more to offer you, detective. If you’ll give me your cell number, I’ll call you if I come across anything. I’ll text you back so you have my number. I would like to be apprised of anything you find. I’ll put ears to the ground to see if we can come up with anything to support this theory.”
After rattling off her number, she commented, “I appreciate your time, Sheriff James.”
“I didn’t help much, Detective Anderson. Please feel free to contact me anytime and if I can do anything to help, let me know.”
I heard a ping and knew the text I had just sent her with my number had reached her.
“I’ve got your number, Sheriff James. Once again, thanks for your time.”
“You’re most welcome, Detective Anderson.”
I hung up the phone thinking about what she had just told me. This was as I feared. It was a hell of a lot bigger than I originally thought.
~***~
Coming Soon
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #8 - KJ
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Other Books by Jeneveir Evans
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #1 - Viper
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2 - Mad Dog
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #3 - Slade
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #4 - Casper
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #5 - Boomer
Angel’s Rebellion MC: #6 – Ghost
Music Note
When writing I like to listen to music. Usually I have my earbuds in and my playlist on repeat. However, sometimes a song will set the tone of a scene I am writing. It’s like I need the song to get the character in a certain frame of mind. (Yes, I am one of those authors that write what the characters tell me to.) With Bane, there were several songs that expressed Bane, Kenzie and Eagle’s emotions, These will all be italicized. The songs authentic to the time period the book is set in - is denoted with **. The rest are songs that are not authentic to the book’s era but are songs I listened to for the emotions they brought out in my characters.
Playlist
“Broken” by Seether w/Amy Lee
“Whiskey and You” by Chris Stapleton
“Stay” cover by Christina Grimmie
“Sorry” by Buckcherry
“Here Without You” by 3 Doors Down
“Blurry” by Puddle of Mudd
“Back 2 Good” by Matchbox Twenty **
“To Make You Feel My Love” by Garth Brooks **
“Killing Me Softly” by Roberta Flack **
“Inner Demons” by Julia Brennan
“Broken” by Lifehouse
“Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx
“Lips of an Angel” by Hinder
“Better than Me” by Hinder
“A Little Bit Stronger” by Danielle Bradberry
“Over” by Blake Shelton
“Sober Saturday Night” by Chris Young
“Say Something” cover by Bean & Jamison Murphy
“It Will Rain” by Bruno Mars
“Someone Like You” by Adele
“Where You Will Go” by The Calling
“Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down
“What Hurts The Most” by Rascal Flatts
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Bane’s Playlist on Spotify ( https://sptfy.com/bane )
About the Author
My love affair with books started as a preschooler when my mom read Little House on the Prairie to me. I was hooked. I was reading before I started school. By the precocious age of twelve, I was hooked on Janet Daily’s stories and totally convinced that I could write a book too. I wrote notebooks full of ideas. That’s when writing became my dream.
At the tender age of 5, I had my first thrill of motorcycle riding. Well okay, it was a minibike. Riding went well until it didn’t. I crashed. Fast forward to my teenage years when my true love affair with motorcycles began. It was then that I got a motorcycle. I rode constantly for almost 4 years.
I was determined to go to college and enrolled after our Irish twin sons started school. Professors encouraged me to write, but family life didn’t allow that kind of time. So, my dream sat idle, but it was always hovering.
My admiration of author Cee Bowerman became a friendship with her. She once said I should just write my own book. So, my dream that had been idling, revved up.
Angel’s Rebellion MC was born of that dream.
So, this is my dream. Their voices. My way.
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