Page 68 of Sam's Salvation
Mason lifted a shoulder. “It makes sense. What if they gave the Paulsons drugs, and the Paulsons gave them to those of us who had served our purpose?”
Sam sucked in a breath, his eyes widening at the man’s phrasing.
“Well, damn,” Seb said. He looked at the camera. “Ms. Ridley, you might have stumbled on something worse than the mafia.”
She pursed her lips and looked at Sam. He raised a brow, seeing in her eyes that she didn’t like that idea. He didn’t either. Human traffickers were the worst scum out there. “Aud, is it possible Brogan was dealing in the flesh trade?”
She drew in a breath and tipped her head, chewing on the corner of her mouth. “Regular, run-of-the-mill prostitution, sure. But the kind of human trafficking they’re talking about? Buying and selling sex slaves? I’m not sure. I never saw evidence of it.”
“Okay,” Seb said. “Let me reach out to a few of my FBI contacts in the Vegas area. See if I can get more information on their investigation.”
“Is Special Agent Dominick Moran on that list?”
“He is. Why?”
“Do you trust him?”
Seb leaned forward. “There a reason I shouldn’t?”
“No. I’m just asking. After Theo’s betrayal, I didn’t know if there were others involved. It took over a week before I decided to trust my boss. I contacted Moran once about the new evidence. I haven’t spoken to him since.”
“Moran is solid,” Seb said. “We went to the academy together, and we’ve worked on several cases. So, I would say, yes. Trust him.”
“Okay. We’ll loop him in.”
“Good. I’ll talk to my other federal contacts. See if they know anything useful.”
“Seb.” Dr. Randall interrupted them. “Whoever you talk to, you might want to tell them to dig deeper into the Powells’ lives before they moved to Vegas. If they’re dealing in people, it might have started in Elko County.”
“Ryan mentioned his father abused his stepsister,” London said. “Maybe there were others before her.”
“I’m so glad that man is dead,” Katie said. “And that the Paulsons will never see the light of day again.”
“We all are,” Thomas said. His gaze flicked to his son.
Sam agreed. The world was a better place without people like Ryan Marsters.
Seb turned back to the camera. “Keep us informed on what you find. We’ll do the same.”
Sam nodded once. “We will. Thank you for the information.” He glanced at his friends. “I think we have a place to start now.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you get what you’re after.”
Thirty-One
Audra chewed on her lip as Sam ended the call. That was not at all what she’d been expecting. From what they’d learned about the Powells, drugs seemed like the most likely entry point into Brogan’s operation. But now she wasn’t so sure.
“Well, that was… unexpected,” Dean said.
Sam snorted.
“We need to talk to your FBI friend, Audra,” Max said.
She nodded. “Let’s give him a call.” She took out her phone and dialed the number, putting the call on speaker.
It took several rings, but he finally picked up. “Moran.”
“Hi, Dom. It’s Audra.”