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he met Ike with a firm handshake, the way a young man would greet the great-grandfather he’d never known. Jack took the rocking chair opposite Ike, as if a relaxing chat was the only reason he’d come.

Everything Jack had been told about Ike Armstrong looked to be true. The man was old, but his eyes were sharp. His senses seemed keen. Ike spoke first. “I’m not sure why you came here. But I want to help.”

A smile tugged at Jack’s lips, like the two were talking about long-forgotten family members. The villagers would’ve been shocked to know the truth. “We’re taking down a sex- and drug-trafficking ring just south of Belize City.” Jack looked to the distant jungle.

“Sex trafficking?” The man knit his brow together. “A prostitution ring.”

“Yes. But these are teenage girls. Kept like prisoners. Slaves, really.” Jack hated talking about it. “Most of the victims are very young.”

Ike shook his head. His face turned several shades paler. “How could such a thing even happen?”

“Money.” The answer was simple and sickening at the same time. Jack worked to keep his happy face. “It’s a problem all over the world.”

Ike stared at his hands for a long time and then took a sharp breath. “And people doubt there’s a devil.”

This is an ordinary family visit, Jack told himself. Act the part. He grinned at Ike. “Can you tell me anything about a missing little girl from a Mennonite village? About a decade ago? She’d be nineteen now.”

For a few seconds the man only narrowed his eyes. Then he reached for the envelope on the table beside him. “Two letters inside. One about my family’s disappearance. One, more personal, a letter for them… if you find them.”

Jack understood the weight of it, of all it meant to the old man.

“My great-granddaughter went missing… around that time. Eleven years ago.” Ike shook his head. “But she’d be twenty-three now, I believe.”

“I know about that. Chief Averes shared the report from back then. Have you heard the name Anders McMillan?”

“McMillan?” Ike thought for a few seconds, but his answer was quick, decisive. “No. Should I have?”

“He runs the drug ring.” Jack set his rocker in motion, his eyes on Ike. If they could figure out McMillan’s past, they could figure out Eliza’s. Which could lead to more witnesses and more convictions. “Any other blond girls who went missing from the Belizean Mennonite colonies?”

“Yes.” Ike sighed. “Years ago a girl disappeared from Spanish Lookout, a colony northwest of here.” He swallowed. “You think the missing girl, she might be trapped in this… trafficking?”

“We do.” Jack explained that Chief Averes had an old report on file. “He told me you thought an American woman might have been involved in the disappearance of your family members. Is that right?”

“Yes.” Ike bit his lip. “Agnes Potter. She claimed to be the children’s aunt.” Ike looked straight at Jack. “That woman couldn’t take her eyes off Lizzie. My little granddaughter was so young.”

Jack had read the report on Ike’s missing family members. The case was closed, no foul play suspected. Jack had seen the police file from the day the family disappeared. Nothing had jumped out at him. But since Ike was the area historian, the bureau hoped he might know something about Eliza Lawrence and her father—Anders McMillan.

The old man blinked. “You… you think my Lizzie could be at this… Palace place?”

Twenty-three was too old. Which meant—with her blond hair and blue eyes—Eliza could’ve been the missing girl from Spanish Lookout, north of Lower Barton Creek… or maybe not. Maybe she was from the States. But if Ike’s great-granddaughter didn’t drown in the ocean with her family, and if she had been forced into slavery at the Palace, she was probably dead by now—aged out like Eliza’s friend Alexa.

“Ike.” Jack sighed. “I don’t think your Lizzie is there.” He didn’t want to go into details. Not when the man had longed for his missing family members for so many years. “But your information just might help us form a case against McMillan. Connecting him to one or more missing girls.”

Ike nodded. He looked off and tears built in his eyes. “My poor great-grandbabies.” He brushed his hand over his face and seemed to force a smile. “There’s a picture of my family in here. How they looked eleven years ago.” He rifled through the envelope.

Suddenly Jack had a thought. “You don’t think… maybe Paul David changed his name to Anders McMillan? I’ve seen photos of Anders. He’s thin, tall and clean shaven with thick red hair. Very intelligent. He’s kept from getting caught all these years.”

Ike shook his head. “Paul David was a furniture maker. Sturdy man. Not much at conversation or finances. That’s not him. But take this. It’s a copy. I can’t part with the original.” Ike handed the image to Jack. “In case you see anything… hear anything.”

The photo wasn’t great quality, but it showed a family of four. Susan had been a brunette with a pretty face and Paul David was a heavy man with dark blond hair and a full beard. He looked nothing like McMillan. Jack sighed. It was worth a try. He looked at the towheaded children and his eyes landed on the image of Lizzie. Something stopped him.

The girl looked familiar. Or maybe she just looked like every other Mennonite child.

Ike handed Jack the envelope and he pulled the letters from inside and quickly read them. A pair of village men walked by and nodded at Ike and then Jack. “Morning,” one of them said.

“Morning.” Jack and Ike returned the greeting.

Jack looked at the letters again. He wasn’t sure where the information fit in, but it was something. If he could connect Anders to the disappearance of the Spanish Lookout girl he could build a better case for conviction. The trip here had been worth the drive.

“Before you go.” Ike stood and motioned for Jack to follow him. Inside on an end table was a small worn leather portfolio.

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