Trey was not impressed you kept those on your computer by the way. Anyway, we could tell she was one of the ‘good-guys.' We’re not stupid.”
“Sawyer, you are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. I would trust you with my life.”
“Then why haven’t you?” He shot out of the chair, nearly tipping it over. Suddenly, he was towering over her, his eyes glistening with tears. “Rylie, you are the heart and soul of this family. You’re the one who saved all of us. You, Char, and I were together in that soulless home for orphans. You rescued us when you became an adult. You concocted this bullshit story about being our older sister. You didn’t forget about us. You saved us, you saved Georgie when his piece of shit mother threw him away, and now you’re putting yourself in danger. I won’t have it.”
“It’s not as bad as you think, Sawyer.” She watched in horror as a tear dripped down his face.
“It’s worse, we saw those videos you forwarded to Lydia. You’ve done some intensive research on this father and son named Guzman. My God, they behead people. You have videos of it. Trey showed me how you actually met up with them in Lerado. Are you out of your damn mind? They torture people, cut out their tongues, and you go traipsing down to a Texas border town so you could get donations for the damn children’s home. Don’t deny it, Trey showed me all the proof.” He was trembling so hard Rylie thought he’d fly apart. She wrapped her arms around him, and he clung to her.
“This is my last time pretending to be Sylvia Hessman, I promise.”
“Please don’t go.” It was the pleading of the nine-year-old boy she had first met. The boy she had made a solemn promise to years ago.
“Sawyer, I have to.”
He pushed out of her arms. “Fine, then expect to have company on your flight from Dallas to Vancouver.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that even though Lydia wouldn’t tell us anymore than we had already found on your computers, she did promise us you would have back-up on this mission, and Trey and I believed her.”
“I can’t. It will get me killed.”
“Doing what you’re doing is what will get you killed. Don’t you see that, Rylie?”
“Lives are depending on me. I’ve met these girls, Sawyer, some of them are younger than you. They’ve been taken from their homes, some sold by their families, some orphaned, some just fell for a gimmick, and now they have been shipped to North America to be sold. They need help, and I can help them.”
“Call the authorities.”
“They’ll just shut down this operation, and start again somewhere else. I need to make sure we cut out the whole cancer, and I’m the only one who can do it. I’ve been playing this part with Albert Liu for almost a year. I’ve gained his trust. I’m so close, I can’t afford to have anyone, or anything upset this operation. It’s delicate.”
“Tough. I feel for these women, I do, Rylie. But it’s you I really care about. Lydia said the men who would be coming to help are the best. They’ll keep you safe. Since you don’t seem to have the sense God gave a turnip, I’m trusting the people she’ll send.”
The image of a man with dark hair shot through with auburn highlights burst in front of her, his dark, intense eyes glaring at her, as he rubbed her feet. As much as she wanted to rail at Sawyer, she couldn’t help thinking Darius Lane Stanton might be an answer to a prayer.
“Talk to me, Rylie.”
“I still can’t believe you did this.” Now she was beginning to feel vulnerable, and she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all.
“If you’re so upset, then stay home. I know this Lydia lady was positive these Navy guys could keep you safe, but I don’t want you to go. Please, Rylie, I’m begging you. Stay here. Stay here with Char, and me, and Georgie. We need you.” She hated