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don’t care if we get married on the side of the road, by
someone ordained on the internet. Whatever makes you happy, hoopla or none.”
    “Really? I don’t think your mother will agree. She’s hoping
that we’ll do it in Australia.”
    “My mother will be happy, wherever we do it. She only wants
what we want. I know so,” Ethan nodded, forestalling Jeri’s objections.
“Seriously, Love, we’ll do it however you like, whenever you like. No
pressure.”
    He always knew the right thing to say. Jeri smiled, grateful
for the sincerity she heard in his voice. Her phone rang, before she could
respond.
    “It’s Anna,” she told Ethan as she answered.
    “Hi, Anna, you’re on speaker with me and Ethan.”
    “Hi, guys, I’ve got the sicko list ready. Man, who knew
there were so many of these perverts in such a small area?”
    “One is too many,” Jeri remarked. “How many did you find?”
    “A hundred and fifty seven in the two hundred mile radius
you requested, including Kansas, Nebraska, Missouri and Iowa. That includes one
group home, but I separated those names out. I figured the perv you’re looking
for will need a private place to do his business,” she finished with disgust.
    “Good thinking, thanks, Anna. Check with Dylan, see if he
needs help searching for similar cases. And Monique or Chloe may be in touch
this morning. Help them however you can.”
    “Sure thing, Jeri, will do. Later, guys.”
    “One-fifty-seven? That seems excessive,” Ethan glanced down
at the list Jeri pulled up on the tablet.
    “Not really, sad to say. The good news is that seventy - seven of those reside in the group home. That leaves
eighty scattered in the four states. Anna’s already separated them out by
region, so we can start interviewing the ones in Iowa today, while we’re
there.”
    “Good idea. Any of them live close to Shelby Torrent?”
    “Give me a few minutes, I’ll make a list.”
     
    ~~~
     
    “I thought we were going to an office? This is an apartment
building,” Chloe commented, parking the car near the curb.
    “It’s the right address,” Monique confirmed, double
checking, just in case. “Perhaps the owner runs the business from home.”
    “It’s definitely possible, since they solicit clients
through the website. How did Anna get this address?”
    “No clue, but I’m trusting that she’s right.”
    “Who is the owner?”
    “Candace James. Suite six-thirteen.”
    “There’s no doorman, which helps. I don’t see any cameras,
either.”
    “Apparently Ms. James is not concerned with security.”
    “Good for us, not so much for her,” Chloe held the door to
the elevator open. “How do we play this?”
    “We’re private investigators,” Monique grinned. “Ones who
will keep the true nature of her business to ourselves, as long as she
cooperates.”
    “But we don’t have any proof that she’s running an illegal
business.”
    “No, but she doesn’t know that. We found her, so that says
something. Maybe it will be enough.”
    The ride to the sixth floor was quick and smooth. Chloe felt
a knot begin in the pit of her stomach, trepidation over her first official
interview as a member of EJB.
    “Relax,” Monique shot a quick look in her direction. “This
has to be easier than living through a war.”
    “It’s different,” Chloe looked down at her petit e partner, wishing she could feel as cool as Monique
looked. “I’m totally out of my depth, here.”
    “You’ll catch on quick enough,” Monique assured her. “Follow
my lead, and for goodness sakes, don’t fidget. We are the ones in control here,
remember?”
    With a rapid tap on the door, Monique squared her shoulders
and prepared to get the information she needed.
    “That was fast,” a female voice trilled as the door slid
open. “I didn’t expect you for…who are you?”
    “Monique Pellier,” Monique flashed a badge she’d retrieved
from her pocket. It meant nothing, but Candace didn’t know that. “My