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I patted beneath my eyes, careful not to smear my freshly applied makeup. It didn’t matter the hour or that I wouldn’t see anyone else tonight. I’d polished my face perfectly because of my free will. And, because it satisfied me a great deal.
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Details
I clicked the details. A PDF was stored along with a list of files, each containing a full name with buyer in parentheses beside it. One by one, I searched the names on the web.
Harold Ward (Buyer)
Deceased.
Kent Staple (Buyer)
Deceased.
Brian Bengum
Deceased.
Jake Washington (Buyer)
Deceased.
Ellis Rodgers (Buyer)
Deceased.
Lewis Lloyd (Buyer)
Deceased.
Nathanial Sharp (Buyer)
Deceased.
One obituary after the other deepened the layers of the case Josiah was fighting. Anthony wasn’t his first victim. I could only wonder if he’d be the last.
I opened the PDF file. A link appeared at the very top with a username and password beneath it. I entered, cautiously, head tilting as I clicked and scrolled.
My God!
I’d stumbled upon a circus full of men who were interested in the exploitation of children, stemming from inappropriate images to videos of them in compromising positions. Their innocence was displayed all over their young faces.
Unable to handle anymore, I moved the cursor toward the top of the page and clicked the red circle to exit.
Underneath the website and passcode was a second address, labeled with caution. My eyes wandered toward the set of keys next to the desktop.
Caution. The word stuck out like a sore thumb, causing me to take a look at the Dior pumps on my feet.
Caution. I took heed, knowing the warning was purposeful.
I retraced my steps, secured the memory card, and locked up behind me.
Click.
