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to win a war is to know your enemy. I became involved in the BDSM lifestyle to get to these predators who buy and sell young girls as sex slaves. But I also discovered I enjoy the lifestyle. It suits my personality. I’m an alpha kind of guy. I make no apologies for that. A real Master would never buy a slave. These predators aren’t part of the real BDSM community. They’re something else entirely. They’re scum. They’re criminals,” Stone said.
    Lilley stared down at the photo of the young girl again, trying to imagine how she would have felt being kidnapped and trained as a sex slave.
    “The girls are fed through some kind of a smuggling network and matched with buyers who pay big money – especially if the girls are young, and especially if they are well trained. It’s a web, a tangled, twisted web,” Stone said, and there was a sudden simmer of anger and hatred that turned his eyes to hard flints of stone. “And so far, every lead I follow brings me closer to discovering the men behind the operation, and that brings me closer to Susan. She’s out there,” he said, turning and nodding his head. “She’s out there somewhere. Maybe she’s here in Windswept. Maybe she was here. I don’t know yet. But I will. I will find out. I will find her one day. And I won’t stop until I do.”
    Lilley shook her head in disbelief. “I’m just shocked to think that a little town like Windswept could be part of this elaborate people trafficking ring,” she said. “It doesn’t make sense.”
    Stone took a deep breath, let out a long weary sigh. “The lead I am following came from a man in hospital,” he said. “The man told me this was a place that was an outlet. It was a place that was discreet and quiet where clients could pick up their packages without drawing attention. It’s not the hub of the wagon wheel. It’s just a spoke. But for all I know, this is where the man who took Susan collected her from. Someone around these parts knows something.”
    “Can you trust the man in hospital who told you? Can you be sure his information was reliable?”
    Stone nodded grimly. “Yes,” he said. “I broke three of his fingers until he told me. A man won’t lie through that. One finger maybe, but after you break the second and third, you can be pretty sure he’s telling you the truth. But I’m thorough, Lilley, and I’m angry. So I broke his nose, his jaw, and then broke both of his arms. Then I drove him to the hospital.”
    Lilley bl inked. There was a long silence while she tried to imagine the violence, and considered the man she was sitting across the table from. And then she remembered the conversation they had back at the diner, and the newspaper article. “And you think the two missing local girls are connected?” she asked.
    Stone shrugged. “It’s possible,” he said.
    Lilley got up, fetched the coffee pot and refilled Stone’s cup. She moved slowly, like she was in a daze, or like she was thinking hard. She sat back down and bit her bottom lip.
    “How will you find out?” she asked. “What will you do?”
    Stone sat up straight in the chair, stretched his back and flexed his shoulders. He was tired, muscles tight. “I’ll beat some bushes,” he said. “I’ll make some noise and see what gets flushed out. If I turn over enough rocks, sooner or later something will slither out.”
    “ And then?”
    “And then I’ll crush it to death in the worst way imaginable.”
     
    Nine.
     
    Lilley’s bathroom was neat and compact; just a glass paneled shower cubicle and beside it a porcelain sink with a mirror above, mounted in the door of a slim timber medicine cabinet.
    Standard in every way.
    The floor was tiled in small squares of various shades of brown, and there were similar colored tiles in a larger size that covered the lower part of each wall. Stone closed the bathroom door behind him and glanced around. There was a white bathrobe hanging from a hook on the back of the door, and two