Vestige by Altonya Washington

Author:Altonya Washington
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ramsey, altonya, tesano
Publisher: AlTonya Washington

~9~

“We were just hired to transport! Just transport, I swear! I don’t- I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

Bashir and Dreck passed agitated looks between one another. The man they’d tag teamed in the interrogation room was telling the truth. Of that they had little doubt. Very little in the way of pure torture was required during a Q&A with Bashir Cannon and Dreck Eamon. Their combined aura could make a grown man soil his pants and had on occasion.

Tears and sweat mingled in a profuse steam upon Oren Greg’s angular, sun-blotched face. He squirmed on the folding metal chair set behind the battered chrome table separating him from his large inquisitors. Every move he made on the chair loosed a foul odor prefacing the ooze that was surely staining his overalls and threatening to make contact with the chair.

“What were you transporting, Oren?” Bashir asked once more for good measure.

“Drugs, just the drugs I swear.” The thin man sobbed. “Me and my crew- we wasn’t in on all the rest- those girls- they were Bennett’s deal.” Oren’s sobs became all out wails. “I swear to you! We ain’t tryin’ to be cleaned up…” he dissolved into a fit of tears and sniffles.

“What’s that? Cleaned up?” Dreck leaned down, hunching over the table. He rapped the table, causing it to resound loudly beneath the vibration. Oren jumped, but was too far gone in his confession litany to re-cap previous revelations.

“…Somebody mentioned a party- we were for it. I mean, hell it’s a party and we had all that time…” Oren rambled. “It was gonna take a while for the boat to get there for the shipment anyway, so we figured what the hell…” his forehead creased, displaying rows of belligerent lines.

“Why shouldn’t we have some fun?” The shuddering man reasoned. “All that work and risk- we deserved to get somethin’ out of it, Christ…” he bowed his head trying to rake fingers through shoulder length brown hair that hung in limp clumps over his head. The restraints at his wrists prevented him from completing the action.

“We just wanted to see how the other half lived and the girls were willin’ enough… we were just hired to transport…” Oren circled back to the beginning of his dismal confession.

“Somewhere a phone rang.”

“Thank You, God.” Dreck praised the interruption, went to answer the cordless mounted on a back wall.

“Where’d you take the girls?” Bashir hammered into the whimpering Oren Greg.

“We were just hired for the drugs, just the drugs…”

“What about the girls, Oren?” Bashir stood, leaning across the table to crowd the man.

During the skirmish; as the team moved in with back up to seize the illegal traffic, they had noticed the girls. As the investigation had unfolded, surveillance had revealed an assortment of young women. Unexpected, given the nature of the activities. The club had shut down to the party goers and reverted to warehouse status. What purpose did the girls serve and where had they gone once the

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