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Rachel stood holding the handrail on the subway as it rumbled to a stop. She found herself paralyzed in fear as the doors opened and three masked gunmen entered the car ahead of hers. The screams from the little girl as they tore her from her mother's grasp piercing through the night air. Rachel's present had just collided with her past. Her and her older sister's abduction flashed through her mind. She had been six and Maggie nine. Rachel had escaped the life of child prostitution that had been forced upon them but Maggie hadn't. Was she still alive? Was this little girl destined to be introduced to the horrific life of child prostitution? Rachel, now an investigative journalist with the New York Times has recently been assigned a story to investigate a child prostitution ring operating on the Lower East Side. Was this connected? She would find out soon.
The moonlight filtered in though the lace curtains over the kitchen window as Laura stared out into the darkness. It was as though the inky blackness was seeping into her and the cup of coffee she held did little to warm her. She was afraid...the man's body they found in the high desert was a man she may have known for well over ten years. A positive ID was yet to come back. The victim was definitely killed by a shotgun blast to the face. No weapon and no shell casing were found at the scene. Decomposition and animals had made the scene a nightmare to recover. For a small community in Nevada, this was their first homicide in years.
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