REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. Rebecca Joyce (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

verified, I can tag his phone with a Geo-Locator to alert me whenever he moves. Oh, and you will be happy to know that your girl has balls of steel if this is the target. In one of the security feeds, I watched as she damn near castrated the fucker. Best live-action I’ve seen in years.”

The room erupted in laughter, all-knowing that Mia was taught by the best. Nothing, and I mean no one would ever take down Mia without seriously getting hurt in the process. My sister may be small, but she was a fighter, that was for sure.

I heard a bell chime as Player began typing away again. When he grinned at me, I nodded back.

“That’s her Phantom. Tag and bag the fucker.”

“Give me one sec…okay fucker is tagged. Sending you his current location and the tag number so you can take over from there. While I was digging into this bastard’s life, I found something interesting. Sergio Pavlov has been a silent donor to three high-ranking Senators in the US Government for several years. He also has deep ties to the Russian Triad and the FBI task force director for Human Trafficking, Darrin Reynolds.”

I stopped tapping and sat up, listening as the woman continued.

“Apparently, Pavlov killed his family several years back and took of the business. He mainly dealt with drugs, when about ten years ago, he branched out when a close friend talked him into moving some girls for him. That friend is none other than Darrin Reynolds, head of the FBI’s task force on Human Trafficking. The two jagoffs were college roommates back in the day when Reynolds studied abroad in his freshman year at NYU. Since then, the two of them have conversed and maintained their friendship over the years. Pavlov ships the men, women, and children overseas and into the U.S. while Reynolds acquires the merchandise from the looks of things. He has people all over the world helping him too. It’s sick how vast this network stretches. I also found that Pavlov and Reynolds are co-owners in a non-profit organization that helps recover and rehabilitate human trafficking victims. In fact, Reynolds is running on that same platform for the upcoming senatorial election in a year.”

“Are you telling me the very man behind all these crimes is the same man campaigning against these atrocities?” Chaos asked.

“Yes. You would not believe some of the shit I’ve seen. There isn’t enough bleach on the planet to erase that shit from my mind. Sick fuckers, all of them. What’s even more interesting are those on the board of directors for this supposed non-profit. It’s a menu of the rich and famous. There are people from Hollywood, the Tech Industry, Politicians, Big businesses, even Royalty. I am running a deep search now on all the members, but that is going to take time.”

“Have you found anything on Remi?” Player asked.

“I’m sorry, no. She’s in the wind. I’m searching for Reynolds. My gut is telling me wherever he’s at, she will be, but so far, I’ve found nothing. Next week, Reynolds was supposed to testify before Congress on his task force’s status, but that was canceled due to the government shut down. Now, I’ve already hacked into his home computer system and have eyes on his wife and kids. But from what I’ve gathered, he and the missus are on the outs. According to a source, he hasn’t been home in months, and the wife has hired an attorney. I hope she gets everything.”

“He was here in California not even twenty-four hours ago. He had to go somewhere,” Player asked, typing something into his computer.

“I agree. Now, I read on the open web and found a blog where a farmer complained about a low-lying plane disrupting his cattle. This farmer is about a mile from where you found the bodies. Maybe someone could go talk to this man. Sending his info now. Also, I checked with the FAA, and though all planes, jets, and helicopters are required to file a flight plan, some don’t, and there is no record of any aircraft over that area last night.

“If you want my opinion, I think you go after Sergio Pavlov. Get Mia back, take Sergio into custody, and beat the information out of him. If you can grab his phone, laptop, anything, get me the I.P. addresses, and I can search them electronically. I can do more from my location than where you’re at. Also, I will need that voice mail Remi left. I have software that can pick up things the human ear can’t hear, and a recent picture of her would be good. I’ve got facial recognition software that I can implement to help search for her. In the meantime, I’ve sent you what I have, and if anything else comes up, I will let you know. I’ve got my own people I need to search for.”

“You need any help, let me know,” Player offered.

When the line went dead, I stretched my arms out in front of me and sighed. “Player grab the file on Pavlov. Your techie chick is right. Get Mia back, grab Pavlov, and maybe we get more information. Ghost set it all up. Savage, Hammer, get rid of those bodies. Burn them. I want the ashes flushed down the toilet. For the rest of you, the compound is still on lockdown, help where needed. We have several people here that need things. Go in pairs. No one alone, and no female or child is allowed off the property.”

I slammed my gavel down on the table, ending the meeting. As I left church, I could hear kids laughing and playing in the common room. I wish I could say that hearing their joy made me feel something, but it didn’t. They were oblivious to what was happening around them, too happy to be in the moment, enjoying life and those around them. I wanted that for them, always, and I was determined to make sure