“It’s all been taken care of.” Horatio said on the other end of the phone.
“Good. You’ve done exceptionally well. Are you interested in doing that other job I mentioned?” Bernard asked.
“Would this have to do with the ad that you placed?” He asked.
“Yes. It seems that even the best haven’t been able to locate my missing songbird.” Bernard hummed.
Horatio chuckled. He knew who he was referring to. They were indeed very good, but it would seem that their prey was even better. She had to be if Fabian had failed.
“It would seem that your songbird is incredibly resourceful if she was about to elude Fabian. That alone is proof that
Bridgette sighed and leaned against the porch railing. Her mind was swimming with many thoughts as she tried to get in the right frame of mind. At this point she was just hoping that all of this madness would be over with. “What’s on your mind?” Kane asked, coming to stand next to her. “I just want all of this to be over with.” She whispered, looking out into the afternoon sky. ‘I know.” Kane said, sitting on the porch steps. “Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep after this.” She whispered. “Once this is all over I might take a vacation.” Kane chuckled. He could understand how she felt. She had been dealing with this for years. There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel for her.
Bridgette stared through the lense of her camera at her prey wondering why he hadn’t gone inside yet. He was just standing outside looking at the overcast sky. His hands were in his pocket and he looked deep in thought until he grabbed for his phone. Bridgette watched as he held the phone to his ear as he answered the caller. She snapped a few more pictures until he went back inside.Once Bernard was inside she sighed and leaned back in her seat. She was lost in her thoughts until her phone ringing startled her. She yelped at first before reaching for her phone. She looked at the screen and saw a number that she didn’t quite recognize.“Hello?” She said, hesitantly.“We got her!” Spencer’s voice screamed with excitement. “We got her and so
Bridgette sighed in relief as they watched people start to arrive for the auction. Her neck and back were hurting and she could barely feel her butt. They had moved the vehicle around to see the front of the warehouse and watch who was going in and out. After nearly fifteen minutes she turned on the bugs that she had placed in the warehouse. She was sitting in the back of the van that they had arrived in with her laptops set up. “Do you really think that we’ll get anything off of these?” Kane asked. “You have no idea how sick some of these auctions can be… Especially when they’re hosted by Bernard.” She mumbled. “Oh… well this is odd…” “What?” Kane asked, looking at the screens. “The auction is running late…. So they’re putting on a show… Oh no… I c
Kane sighed and sat down next to her. He couldn’t help but wonder what was running through her mind at that moment. He would give anything to know what she was thinking. He used to wonder the same thing everytime she would stare off into space like that in the past. Sometimes it seemed like nothing had changed. Kane watched the night sky as it sparkled, thinking about how drastically things had changed. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed as he leaned back in his seat. So many things had changed for them all, yet not much had changed. Margo was still living in hell and Bernard was still loose. Once again he found himself sighing. “What’s wrong?” Bridgette whispered, looking at his reflection. “Nothing’s wrong… I’m just thinking.”He said, taking another sip of his coffee.
“In the end it wouldn’t have done me any good to go barging in there. Honestly, thinking of how I had to keep Sammy and Marco safe was the only thing that had kept me in my seat.” She said, sighing as she cradled her coffee mug in both hands. “I just don’t get how you do it. The man never did anything to me and I could barely control myself. I don’t get how you do it…” Kane whispered. “It’s not like I have much choice…” She whispered. “I’m no good to them if I’m in jail.” “Bridgette, I’m a little worried… What if someone finds out and makes them stop the investigation?” Kane asked. “Honestly?” She asked, turning to face him. “Yes. We both know that there’s a chance that could happen.” Kane w
“That wasn’t even the youngest I have seen in Bernard’s cells.” “How young were they?” Kane asked, not really sure that he would like the answer. “They were young. I think the youngest was seven… But that was about four or five years ago, so she would be old enough to participate in Bernard’s auctions or go to work at The Pleasure Palace.” “Are you saying that he sent a little kid to work at a whore house?” Kane demanded. “Not a whore house. The girls that work there are picked by the clients that frequent the place. In a whore house you provide sex and companionship or whatever it is that your client wants. At The Pleasure Palace, you provide babies.” She whispered. “At least in a whore house you have some semblance of control.”
Four more vehicles pulled up and people began filing out. Some were from Aiden’s group. Others were from the club and sent to help with triage and treating the wounded. Brigette sighed and began giving directions to get everyone down there as fast as they could.A terrified young woman sat towards the back of the van with Spencer’s head in her lap. Her hands were bloody and some blood trickled down from a cut on her head. Brigette stepped forward and took a look at Spencer’s pale face.“My name is Bridgette and this is a safe place. I’m going to have someone move Spencer from your lap and then we can get you out of the van and cleaned up.” Bridgette said softly.“Where are we and what are we doing here?” She asked, looking up at Bridgette with terrifi
It had been a few days since Spencer and the others had arrived. Jess and a few of the others that had arrived to help treat the injured were coming by to assist with keeping them comfortable and medicated until they could get up and move around freely. Most of them had packed up and left for the day however, Bridgette was now staring at a fuming Jess.The older woman’s arms were crossed over her chest as she stood there staring at the young woman that she had watched grow up. Her eyes were glaring daggers at her but at the same time Bridgette knew that she wasn’t really mad at her. She was mad that she had been alive this whole time and been allowed to believe that she was dead. Machine would be getting an earful later, she thought as she took in her appearance.“It really is you?” She whispered tearfully.