Chapter141:

Chapter 141 CELESTE I was pacing in the living room, my phone clutched in my hand, waiting for Miranda to arrive so I could go to the police station, when I noticed them through the front window. Three people in matching uniforms walking up our driveway carrying cleaning supplies. They looked professional, official, exactly like the cleaning service we sometimes used for deep cleaning. Except I hadn't called a cleaning service. And they were arriving on a Sunday morning. And something about the way they moved was wrong. I'd spent years working in the shadows of illegal business, buying trafficked victims from the very people who'd enslaved them, pretending to be just another customer while actually planning rescues. I'd learned to read body language, to spot inconsistencies, to recognize when something was off. And these people were definitely off. The one in the back—a large man with a duffel bag that was too heavy to just contain cleaning supplies—kept scanning the street like he was