I sucked in a slow breath and closed my eyes. “Okay.”
“You did fine with our last sting operation. You’re going to be fine with this one, too, but I need you to stay focused. Can you do that for me?”
My eyes popped open and I met her gaze with a short nod.
“Good.” Kaplan slapped a file down on the table. “Quella Maria Mendez.”
I flicked it open.
“Born January 4th, 1998.”
I gazed down at the photos. There were no really clear shots of her, just long-lens stuff, most a little blurry. She wore big glasses in over half of them and was surrounded by men in suits.
“I take it she’s well protected.”
“This is the first time Daddy is letting her roam free, which is why I’m suspicious. My guess is he’s getting her out of the way while he starts up his new business.”
I grimaced. “Human trafficking. How can you call it a business?”
“Because that’s exactly what it is and that’s how these men see it. These girls are just a commodity to him; something that will earn him big bucks. He doesn’t care.”
My eyes fell back to the page. “But he obviously cares about her.”
“Yeah, well, she’s his daughter. I guess she’s the exception to the rule.”
“But, how can someone who has children do this?”
“That’s irrelevant, sweetheart. I don’t care about the psychology. I just want you to help me get these girls back.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Of course.”
The waitress approached and Kaplan snatched the file back. I flipped open the menu, feeling anything but hungry.
“Blueberry bagel, please.”
“That all?”
“Um...and a fruit bowl. Thanks.”
“Egg white omelette.” Kaplan handed the menus to the waitress and flicked her hand in an obvious buzz off gesture. The waitress took it with a kind smile, but I could see the glare behind her mask.
If she wasn’t careful, Kaplan might end up with more than egg whites in that omelette. I squashed my grin, focusing back on the file slapped in front of me.
“The girl spent most of her life growing up in Albuquerque and Palm Springs. Those are where the two main family homes are. She has been home-schooled by several different tutors and she’s basically been raised by two nannies, who have been there since her birth. Her mother died when she was six.”
“Wow, that’s sad.”
“She’s had a charmed, sheltered life. I wouldn’t feel too sorry for her. She was probably closer to her nannies than her mother anyway.”
I’d had Kaplan’s mask off since sitting down at the table, so it wasn’t hard to miss the wave of jealousy riding over her features.
Jealousy? What was that about?
“I have a feeling Mendez owns one more home somewhere. We haven’t been able to find any financial trace of it, but it’s a gut-instinct thing. He has a business of operations somewhere and I need you to find it.”
“If he’s sending his sheltered daughter off to UCLA so he can start up some dodgy business, he’s not going to be bringing her back to his hub of operations.”
“Mendez hasn’t been seen in either Albuquerque or Palm Springs for the last two months, and his daughter arrived in L.A. from an undisclosed destination. My guess is he’s sending her off to iron out the kinks in this new operation of his, but as soon as he has it up and running, he’ll want her back. Even if you can’t get her to take you wherever the hell he is, at least you can do some snooping into the other places. There has to be something somewhere, some little clue that will open up the can of worms we need.”
I could feel my eyes narrowing at the corners as I watched Kaplan’s face. Her desperate need to get this guy was showing again. She was hungry for it, ready to sacrifice anything, and everything, to get it...including me.
“You know you didn’t say anything about me sneaking into someone’s house. You just said get to know this girl, that’s all.”
“Yeah, enough to get inside her father’s life. I need you to read her in order to get to him...and then read him. We need evidence, Caitlyn. We need the location of these girls.”
“You don’t know for sure he has them.”
Kaplan slammed the table with her fist, making the coffee mugs dance. “It’s him.” She pointed at me. “Caitlyn, it is him.”
I leaned back from her rancor, licking my lips and breathing in through my nose. “I don’t want to go to some hidden location.”
“You won’t be alone. We’ll keep a close eye on you throughout this entire operation. We need to find these girls. Whatever it takes.” Kaplan’s eyes were sharp and unrelenting. “You can’t back out now; you’ve already said yes.”
I couldn’t help firing a cold glare right at her. Trying to hide the sick foreboding brewing in my stomach was a challenge, but I kept my expression hard and angry.
She smirked at me before taking a slow sip from her mug. Placing it back on the table, her expression snapped back into business mode. I threw her mask on, tired of watching the hard emotions within her. She was right, I had said yes and those girls needed me to stay strong. I couldn’t back out on them.
The breakfast arrived just as I sat back. I thanked the waitress and she smiled at me before simpering at Kaplan behind her mask. I squashed my grin and looked away from the egg whites. Oh, yeah, they definitely had something gross in them.
Kaplan doused them in salt then grabbed up her fork.
“Now, Quella has been at Rush all week trying for a place with Lambda Theta Alpha and has unfortunately missed out.”
“Thanks to you?”
Kaplan’s tight smile told me she was responsible.
“So I’ve pulled a few strings and she’s going to be moving in with you.”
I swallowed, hating that idea. It burned so much more knowing I had the chance to be out of the dorms and living with my boyfriend.
“You need to watch everything she does, get her talking about everything. Go through her stuff when she’s not there, be a real sleuth about it, okay?”
I squirmed in my seat, pushing my bagel around the plate as Kaplan shoveled in a forkful of food.
“I don’t like the idea of going through her stuff.”
“Please don’t be a princess about this. The sooner we get the goods, the sooner we can find these girls...before they’re sold. If they’re purchased by someone across the border, which is highly likely, they are gone for good. You understanding me?”
I gave a stiff nod and tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
Placing her fork down, Kaplan reached inside her bag and pulled out a black phone.
She placed it next to my plate. “You need to call me every night with an update. Even the smallest comments can be researched. We need to know exactly what’s going on at all times. Rex and Eddy will be on a rotation, keeping an eye on you, so you don’t have to worry about your safety.”
“Why would I be worried about my safety? I’m just making friends with a freshman, right?”
“Right.” Kaplan accented her T, making nerves skitter down my spine. Peeling her mask off confirmed the fact she was making this job out to be far less dangerous than it actually was.
She could sense me reading her and tried to open up her expression, but it didn’t really work. All I got was a true snapshot of her desperation. This case seemed so much more than work for her and I wanted to know why.
"You seem pretty desperate to get this guy."
"He's selling underage girls for sex; of course I'm desperate to get him. I want this asshole locked up for life!" Her venom was sharp and exposing.
"Are you related to one of the girls or something?"
Her eyes snapped to mine. "No! Why would you think that?"
I shrugged, trying for casual in an attempt to dampen the fiery warning on her face. "You just seem more emotionally invested in this case than you were in the Hoffman one."
"Slap my mas
k back on, sweetheart, and stop reading into everything. The stakes are higher this time, so obviously I'm more invested," she finished sarcastically.
Liar. The way her eyes had rounded when I said the words "related to" definitely pushed a button. Something pretty big was fueling her on this case and it worried me. What kinds of lines would she be willing to cross in order to axe the demons haunting her?
“We need you, Caitlyn. You can’t let us down.”
The lump came back into my throat with a force so strong it was hard to swallow. If she’d said me, I could have brushed it off, but she used the word us and I knew she was talking about those helpless girls.
It didn't matter if Kaplan was doing this to settle some past vendetta. It wouldn't change the fact that those innocent girls needed rescuing. All I could do was nod.
“And I’m serious about keeping this to yourself. Do not let Eric know what you’re up to. I know it’ll be a challenge, but you put on the best damn show you can, you got me?”
I kept nodding, the lump still thick in my windpipe.
Images of those young girls' faces buzzed in my brain for the rest of the meeting.
I was in this now and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt like I was on an express train heading for a broken bridge, but I couldn’t get off.
Yes, that did sound kind of dramatic, but the responsibility I felt for those girls was enough to paralyze me. If I screwed up, we could lose them to a life of slavery...and I couldn’t live with that.
I drove back to UCLA in a daze, feeling overwhelmed and under-prepared.
It wasn’t until I pulled into my spot on campus that I realized my phone was off. I quickly turned it on and it dinged with a message from Eric.
Hey babe. Move went well. I’m hitting the water now if you want to come down and join me. Love you xx
I smiled and checked the time. He’d been out for just under an hour. If I hurried, I could make it down to the beach in time to meet him.
I scrambled out of the car and raced up to my room, the idea of seeing Eric helping to dull the buzz in my head. Yes, it was going to be hard to pretend around him, but I couldn’t let that stop me from seeing him. I just needed to come up with a good story.
Swinging my door open, I kicked off my shoes and rummaged in my suitcase for a bikini. I’d need to unpack again tonight. I rolled my eyes, hating the idea.
Pulling off my shirt, I unzipped my shorts and wiggled into my bikini. It wasn’t until I was tying the neck strap that I spun around and noticed the three Louis Vutton suitcases on Nicole’s old bed. My legs gave out and I slumped onto my mattress.
Those bags belonged to Quella Maria Mendez.
Holy crap, this shit was suddenly real and there was no backing out now.
Chapter 12
Eric
The waves were sweet. The sun was shining and my entire body felt relaxed as I bobbed in the water on my board. I could see a new set rolling in and watched them, eyeing up which wave I thought could give me the best ride. Spinning my board around, I lay flat, ready to paddle. The energy in the water flowed through my fingertips. It was like the ocean was talking to me, telling me what to expect.
Pulling in a breath, I paddled hard until the wave caught my board. Jumping fast, my feet landed on the board and I balanced quickly, twisting my body and bending my knees. I couldn’t help a smile as the ocean moved beneath me, the board flying across the wave. I banked up, hitting the top of the wave and spinning back down. My eyes caught the beach when I came down and I spotted my girl, her hand raised against the sun as she scanned the water for me.
It was a relief to see her. I’d tried calling a couple of times that morning, but her phone was off. I was glad she got my message.
I slipped from my board and dove into the water. Yanking on the leash around my ankle, I pulled the board towards me and slid on top of it, paddling for shore. The waves carried me in and I jumped up, snatching the board beneath my arm and running up the beach.
Caity’s sundress fluttered in the breeze, flashing her turquoise string bikini. She looked so damn hot in that thing, I could barely stand it. Her long legs were sun-kissed, the rich tan giving her an edible quality. I grinned as I dug the board into the sand beside us then gathered her into my arms.
Her breath tickled my skin as she laughed into my shoulder.
I squeezed her against me and kissed her face, then worked my way to her lips. They were a hot contrast to my cold, salty ones, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers gripped a handful of my wet hair and she dove into the kiss with a fervor I wasn’t expecting.
Finally, I pulled back for some air. I kept her firmly against me, though; otherwise, the entire beach would be able to see the effect she had on me. I blushed just thinking about it.
She felt me against her and gave me a wicked grin. The little minx.
I cleared my throat. “So, how was your morning?”
“Good.” She shrugged, her nose wrinkling. “Just went for a drive to clear my head.”
“Did it work?”
“Sort of.” She nibbled at her lip. “How was Nicole?”
“Fine.” I tucked a lock of hair behind Caity’s ear. “The move went smoothly and when I left the house, she was pinning up posters in that third room...just in case you change your mind. As far as I can tell, no one else is going to be invited to live with us.”
“That doesn’t make you feel like a third wheel, does it?”
I grinned, hoping to ease her worries. “It’s okay, babe. We don’t have to talk about this again.”
She sighed, looking a little glum.
“Are you sure you’ve made the right decision? You seem really sad about it.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against my shoulder.
“It’s what I need to do for now,” she mumbled.
Placing my fingers against her chin, I gently forced her to look at me. Her dark look fled and she replaced it with a smile. “It won’t be forever and knowing there’s a place waiting for me feels good.”
I couldn’t help a niggle. Was she telling me the truth? She seemed so torn.
Caity’s blue eyes narrowed at the corners, went large for a second, and then suddenly brightened. She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against mine before letting out a cheerful laugh.
“I need to stop worrying so much about letting you guys down. I think that’s what’s making me feel so unsettled.”
“You do worry too much about that.”
She drew in a breath. “I’ve made the right decision and I need to stick with it for a little while. If I change my mind next week or three months down the track, that’s still cool, right?”
“Right.”
She grinned. “So I just need to let go and not be so afraid of hurting everyone’s feelings. This is right for me.”
“And you’re happy?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Well, more peaceful, if that makes sense.”
I nodded.
Her smile seemed strained but then she chuckled again, erasing my concerns.
“And Nicole will forgive me.”
“She’ll probably make you sweat a little first.” I winked.
“And you’re not mad with me?”
My head tipped to the side. “Of course I’m not mad with you.” I squeezed her waist. “It’s more important to me that you’re happy. I just hope you get a decent roommate.”
I nearly said, Or maybe I don’t, because then you’ll want to move in sooner, but I bit my tongue. She didn’t need that kind of pressure.
Caity’s chuckle faltered. It had a nervous quality that I wanted to understand. Although she said she felt peaceful about her decision, she wasn’t really acting like it.
Was there more going on?
Caity cleared her throat, distracting me. Her smile was back. “There were suitcases on the bed when I went back to change.”
“What was she like?”
“I haven’t met her y
et, but you know what...” Caity licked her lower lip. “I’m gonna make a real effort this year. She’s probably a freshman and feels nervous. I want to take her under my wing and make her feel welcome, you know?”
Her eyes were locked on the horizon over my shoulder as she spoke, her head bobbing robotically. I brushed her cheek with my lips.
“That sounds like you, Caity. Always looking out for those in need.”
“Yeah.” The word came out in a breathy laugh and then she swallowed, her eyes still gazing past me. I thought I saw a wave of sadness washing over her again, but I didn’t have a chance to look properly because she pulled me tight against her and wouldn’t let go.
Part of me wanted to pull back and figure out what was going on, but another part of me, the louder part, told me now was the time to be quiet.
So I kept my concerns to myself and held her, soaking in the feel of her perfect body clinging to mine.
Chapter 13
Caitlyn
“See you tomorrow.” I grinned again and planted a farewell kiss on Eric’s lips.
I stood there waving as he pulled away and waited until his jeep was out of sight before finally letting my shoulders droop. Usually, spending time with Eric relaxed and rejuvenated me, but this afternoon had been draining. I pulled my sundress straight and headed up the path to my dorm.
Wearing my game face around my boyfriend was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d never had to be anything but me around him and it was hard to keep my emotions in check. Every time I caught him trying to analyze my mood, I snapped into a brighter, fake version of myself. I tried to be subtle about it and I think I did an okay job, but talk about feeling like a schizo. Eric would tire of me quickly if I didn’t get myself together around him. He’d probe in that sweet, gentle way of his until I’d let everything spill...and then Kaplan would be super-pissed and I didn’t know if I was brave enough to face that.
Besides, letting my protective boyfriend in could jeopardize this investigation and I couldn’t do that to the girls.
They needed me to succeed and if Eric knew what I was up to, he’d do everything in his power to persuade me against it. And when it came to persuading me, Eric was a freaking Einstein.
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