Canary by Tijan
Raize
I’d had to send a text ahead of time to get the newest burner phone’s number.
Downer picked up after the first ring.
“It’s done,” I told him.
I was about to hang up when he said, “That girl you have?”
“Yeah?”
“Roman asked me to ask around.”
I didn’t like that.
“There was a poster about a missing girl that got our attention. One of our guys said they looked similar. Don’t know if you want to know this, but the missing-poster girl? I found the house she’s working from. You probably did her pimp tonight.”
“Maybe.”
He gave me an address and a name.
Yeah. That guy had been done tonight.
“So you know, we’re calling that house in—anonymous tip. Roman doesn’t work girls. We’ll be sending authorities to all those houses, so she’ll be rounded up by the government. They’ll be classified as sex trafficked.”
He gave me the address where she was, and I hung up and made a second call.
Jake answered after the first ring. “Boss.”
“What’s happening there?”
“He’s gone.”
“Who?”
He paused. “Her, then me.”
“Her?”
“Yeah.”
Okay then.
“We’re heading back.”
“Okay.”
