by Claire Adams
I looked cautiously up at him. Giving me the job to work with the girls was by far the perfect position for me to help Ana out. But it put me in a very difficult position, too. I had seen the way the girls were treated and I didn’t like it. I wasn’t sure I would be able to treat them as poorly as he required, even if it was only for a day.
“Like a good one, a good man?” I asked.
“Good ones, bad ones, men are all the same. I’ll find you a rich one.”
“Okay,” I said and nodded my head. “I’ll help you with the girls until we find me someone. Does that work?”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
I just needed a reason to stay with him. I needed him to trust me and I needed to not be strong in front of him. It was harder than I expected as I tried to push down the independence of my normal personality so I could let Stephano take care of me.
“Go downstairs with the rest of the girls. They will clean you up and then we need to go into one of the clubs so a couple girls can dance this afternoon. You can help them, maybe even show them some moves so they look good on camera.”
“Okay, thank you,” I said as I looked down at the ground and made my way to the back stairs.
The downstairs was just as big as the main floor, but it was designed more like a sorority house. There were at least eight bedrooms and each of them had bunk beds. There was a main living room area and a small kitchen.
I expected to see a bunch of women tied up or malnourished. But instead, I saw girls sitting around watching television and eating oatmeal. Out of all the women, I probably looked the worst. They did seem sort of out of it and dazed, but they didn’t seem all that malnourished.
Instantly, I thought of PJ, Jackson, Nate, and Chase and what they were going to be doing with Stephano today. They certainly weren’t prepared to find the girls actually happy and healthy.
“Roxanne,” I heard a timid voice say.
“Ana. Hi, it’s good to see you,” I said as I tried to sound happy to see her but not too enthusiastic.
“What happened to you?” she asked me.
She looked good, not quite like she had looked when I saw her last, but she looked better than I had expected. There was a glazed over look in her eyes, though, and I felt like she had to be on some sort of drugs.
“Bad night,” I said as I lightly touched my split lip. “How are you? You look good.”
“Thanks, I’m feeling really good. Sort of tired you know because I hardly have slept much. But we have had lots of good food this week so I feel better.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked as I looked at her.
Something was off. She seemed different than she had been when she was at my apartment. She was still timid, but there was something weird about the way she was talking to me. She was hyper verbal and rambling, her eyes didn’t seem to focus on me and she looked like she needed another fix of whatever drug it was that she was taking.
“Oh, I’ve been in a lot of pain. But I have good pain medication. It just makes it hard to sleep sometimes. But Stephano gave me some good sleeping medication, I just am afraid to take it with the pain medication. You know, I don’t want to take too many drugs.”
Ana was rambling a bit and I needed to figure out what all she was taking before she took more of it.
“I’m in a lot of pain, what do you have?”
“Oh, yeah, follow me. I’ll show you.”
Ana brought me back to a large bathroom at the end of the hall. She opened a cabinet that was filled with every kind of prescription drug possible. There was pain medication, anxiety meds, depression meds, and pretty much a drug for anything that was wrong. Each of them were labels with handwritten notes that read, “wake up,” “sleep,” “feeling sad,” and “pain.”
“Do you just take whatever you want?” I asked.
“Well, here. Take one of these. I take three, but if it’s your first time, you should only take one,” Ana said as she grabbed a pill from the bottle labeled “pain.”
“What is it?”
“It’s methadone. It works really good. You might feel drugged up at first. But it will take away the pain.”
Methadone was one of the strongest pain medications I knew of. Girls that had had their faces fractured and eye sockets broken would take that stuff. It certainly wasn’t for someone who was walking around without any visible broken bones.
“That’s a little strong for me, I’m alright for now,” I said.
“You should probably take it or one of Stephano’s men will make you take two of them,” Ana said as she looked up at the camera in the corner of the room.
I was starting to see what was going on. The girls needed to be drugged up so they would listen to Stephano, but he didn’t pick light drugs. He picked things that would get the girls addicted. That way, even if they wanted to leave, they wouldn’t leave because they needed their drugs so bad. It was sad and I could only imagine the withdrawals that the girls went through after he sold them off. Those men probably had to deal with some really dangerous medical issues.
PART 4
Chapter 19
JACKSON
“Is Victor around?” I asked the security guard at the front of the Port Authority main building.
“Yeah, who’s askin?” the man responded.
“My name is Nate. I need to talk to him about a problem I’m having.”
Luckily, Nate and I looked pretty similar. Nate, Chase, and PJ were finalizing the equipment we needed for surveillance while I got us an appointment with Stephano. I felt in my comfort zone as I made my way from the front gate to the back area where PJ had described I would need to meet with Victor.
After spending the last few years as an investigator, visiting back rooms to get information was something I was very comfortable with. I didn’t expect that Victor would give me any trouble, at all. Guys like him were usually law abiding, for the most part, with families that they were trying to support. Victor probably got a fee for referring women to Stephano and for keeping the high quality women coming through his door.
As I walked toward the security guard that I suspected was Victor, I was slightly surprised by his age. He was well over 60 years old and I hesitated to think that he would be involved in the human trafficking world of women.
Of course, a person of any age could be involved in illegal activity, but I just thought someone of Victor’s age would have too much sympathy for the women and wouldn’t be interested in being involved in something so illegal.
“Hey, I’m Nate. I’m looking for Victor,” I said to make sure I had the right person.
“You need something?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a girl I need to get rid of.”
“I ain’t no hit man. You’ve come to the wrong place,” Victor said as he turned around.
“Nah, man, I got this girl I had her come over from Russia, but she’s driving me nuts. I need to pass her off. She’s sassy as fuck and I can’t handle her.”
Victor turned around and looked me up and down. My size was always a difficult factor. Because I was tall and had muscles, many people thought I must work for the police. I tried to offset that initial opinion by talking poorly and dressing in ragged clothing, but it was always something people thought of.
“Let me check you for a wire,” Victor said.
Surely, I could have protested. But I wasn’t wearing a wire, so there was no reason he couldn’t check me. I felt bad for the guy. It was obvious he was just doing this to get some money so maybe he’d be able to retire someday. Certainly, he wasn’t a hardened criminal.
At least from the looks of him, Victor looked like a normal guy working a normal job. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that was going this job to meet women. I could see that as being a motivating factor for being involved with Stephano. Maybe I was wrong, Maybe Stephano and Victor had some sort of side thing going on for Victor to hang out with the women. Nothing would surprise me in a business like this.
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sp; “No wire, man. I just gotta get rid of the girl.”
“I can set up a meeting with Stephano, give me a call at this number tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do.”
Tomorrow wasn’t really good for us, but I didn’t want to seem too eager to talk with Stephano. Everything I said was being analyzed by Victor and if I said one wrong thing he was likely to kick me out and we wouldn’t have a contact person at all. Our whole plan would be ruined.
I felt the adrenaline running through my veins as I tried to manipulate Victor into doing what I needed him to do. I was really liking this side of the job. I made a mental note to consider some more exciting work when this job was done. Maybe I didn’t need to stay in the shadows so much.
“How about I sell her to you today? She’s a bitch, man, and she doesn’t speak English. I’m about two minutes from just dropping her into the river, you know what I mean.”
Victor looked at me like I was a horrible person, which certainly I was acting like I was. But I needed to get an appointment with Stephano that day and I wasn’t willing to sit around and wait to see if Victor could hurry it up. If he thought I might kill the girl off, I knew he would work faster for me. He wasn’t the type of guy who wanted to see the girls harmed. He seemed like a good guy who was just trying to navigate a very bad business.
“Wait here,” he said as he looked at me with disgust.
I needed this to work. Nothing was as important as getting an appointment with Stephano so we could sell PJ. Once PJ was in his custody, she could ascertain what had to happen so we could get the women out of there. It was the best option we had to safely getting Ana out of the home.
I sat on a small stool and looked around the warehouse as I waited for Victor to return. It was clear to me that I wasn’t a priority to him though as he took well over twenty minutes before he finally made his way back to me.
If I had really been trying to get rid of a girl, I’m sure I wouldn’t have sat around waiting for a guy like Victor. If I was as horrible of a person as I was pretending to be, I would have already dropped the girl off at a shelter or killed her.
The thoughts that ran through my head as I pretended to be that guy were horrible. It disgusted me that people like that actually existed. But I was positive about one thing: we had made the right decision to try and sell PJ to Stephano. I was 100% sure that trying to buy Ana would not have worked out at all. Especially with Victor. He was worried about me and why I had come to him. If I had been asking around about buying women, I was sure he would have thought I was a cop and denied having any information at all.
“You can go to the club called Feather Kitty at noon. He’s going to be having some girls dance there. Your girl will need to be ready to dance. If she’s not pretty, he won’t take her, though.”
“Thanks,” I said as I started to walk away. “She’s pretty. Really beautiful, just a pain in my ass and I can’t deal with that in my life.”
“I need paid, man,” Victor said as he stood in front of me.
“Oh, sorry. Is this enough?” I said as I handed him a hundred-dollar bill.
“No, fuck that shit. It’s one thousand dollars for the introduction.”
Suddenly, little old Victor had some balls and was much tougher than I had expected. I doubted that he normally charged people a thousand dollars to get connected with Stephano and I had probably set up the price increase by making my situation seem desperate. Luckily, I had the cash on me because I certainly didn’t want to have to let an old man kick my ass.
I pulled out the cash and handed it to him. I had been around long enough to know a guy like Victor probably had a gun nearby if he was acting all tough like he was. So there was no need for me to act tough back with him. Instead, I nicely handed him the money and thanked him for his time as I made my way back out of the Port Authority warehouse.
Chase, Nate, and PJ had made their way to the parking lot and seemed ready to get things moving. It was happening – everything was going to start moving very fast now and we needed to get ourselves organized.
“You guys have what you need? I’ve got a location and we need to be there at noon,” I said to Chase from the parking lot.
“Yep, we’ve got a van for you to watch the footage from and got an outfit for PJ. Really wish Roxanne had been there to help. Any word from her?” Chase asked.
My stomach sank at the mention of Roxanne. There had been no word from her. She didn’t have a phone because I had smashed it. For the time being, I was going to have to just wait until the evening and hope she returned to the hotel like she had told PJ she would. It made me sick that she might be thinking I had tried to use her.
I needed to stay focused so we could get PJ into the building with Ana and hopefully get both of them out safely. We couldn’t have very many days left before Ana was going to be sold. We had to act fast. As bad as I felt about Roxanne, that didn’t matter at the moment. We had a job to do and I was going to get that job done that night. I didn’t feel comfortable waiting any longer.
I followed Chase, Nate, and PJ down the road and switched from my car into their van. We sat parked for a few minutes while we discussed the specifics of what needed to happen once we got into Stephano’s club.
This was the part of any job that I loved. I liked working with people when I was in the Seals and I liked the teamwork that the four of us had. We communicated well and it was clear that we all had the same idea about getting Ana out safely. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I had a good feeling about what we were about to do.
“They are going to want you to dance. It’s part of his test. Do you feel comfortable with that?” I asked PJ.
“Sure.”
“Alright, what’s the video and audio feed look like from the glasses?”
“It’s good. Here, take a look,” Nate said as he handed me a small pair of wire trimmed glasses.
The glasses were the latest hi-tech lenses and frames. You could not tell there was a camera or microphone in them. From the lay person’s view, the glasses looked like a simple pair of reading glasses.
“If you need to set them down at anytime, just try and point them toward where the action is. Or leave them in a room where Stephano is, that would be useful,” I said to PJ.
“You do remember that I work for the CIA, right? I kind of know what I’m doing here,” she laughed.
I didn’t mean to be condescending to her. It was just that once I was working on a case, I liked to make sure everyone clearly understood what their role was so there wasn’t any confusion once things got rolling. Situations like this one could get pretty hairy pretty fast and I needed everyone to be on their best game.
“Okay, you guys take my rental car and I’ll drive the van a block or two away from Feather Kitty. Stephano is supposed to have all the girls there to do some dances or something. It will give you two a good chance to her PJ into his hands. Nate, you will need to do all the work. Chase, just go along as a friend to support him and pretend you’re there to keep him safe or something. If Stephano asks you to leave, you leave. We don’t need a power struggle.”
“Yes, sir,” Chase said as he saluted me.
“Commander, we understand,” Nate said as he also saluted me.
“Come on, guys, I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly. This is important. If we fuck up, then Ana is dead and so could one of you. Let’s take it seriously.”
“We got it, Jackson, Let’s just get over there and get things going,” Chase said.
It was nice to be working with two of my brothers. I was very confident in their ability to think on their feet, no matter what the situation brought once they got into the club. I was also very confident in PJ’s skills. She knew what she was doing and she could handle herself in a lot of situations.
I did wish Roxanne had been there to talk with everyone one last time on what it was like to deal with Stephano. She knew him so much better than we all did. Her tips and tricks would have come in handy before we went
into the club to meet him.
The adrenaline was pumping as I flipped the surveillance video on to monitor PJ, Chase, and Nate as they made their way into the club. I hated that I wasn’t able to be the lead of this operation, but there was just too much of a possibility that Stephano or one of his men would recognize me. I just hoped they didn’t think Nate was me since we did look so much alike.
“Remember, you don’t speak English, so try not to act like you know what is being said around you,” Nate whispered into PJ’s ear.
I could only imagine how annoyed PJ was with all of us. She was a trained CIA agent, and I knew she had things covered. But I didn’t know how much undercover work she had done before and I certainly didn’t think any of that work would have required her to dance or take off her clothes. This situation was new to all of us and I imagined even PJ was feeling the nerves.
Nate was damn good at his job, too. There was no way he was going to mess this up. I liked to joke with him that he wasn’t any good, but he had been working private security for as long as I had been doing private investigation. Nate knew how to keep people safe.
He had even helped to protect the president when he visited Iraq the previous year. I knew I didn’t have to worry about him, but I still did. Nate couldn’t control the situation around him, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to protect himself if they started shooting.
We had decided together that there couldn’t be any guns in this trade. Nate was pretending to be just a normal guy. A normal guy would be terrified of what was going on, but he wouldn’t bring a gun. PJ and Chase couldn’t risk brining guns either, although we did stash some small tools in the bag that PJ had just in case she got tied up or put into handcuffs; which we hoped would not happen.
“We’re closed,” the doorman said as he looked at the men then directly at PJ.
“I’ve got an appointment at noon,” Nate said.
I couldn’t see what Nate was acting like, but he sounded good. His voice was quiet and reserved like he wasn’t really sure what was going on or how he should handle himself. He certainly didn’t sound very confident and that was exactly what I had hoped for. With his flashy clothes and lack of confidence, Stephano was going to think Nate was just some wannabe that got in way over his head.