“Do I know you?” He asked, frowning. “Let’s go inside and talk. I’ll explain everything then.” She said, turning to lead them inside.“You guys did well keeping my secret.” She said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.“What the hell is going on?” Machine demanded looking at the three of them. “I can see why you would have a hard time grasping what is going on since we haven’t seen each other in over eight years.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. “After all, I look a lot different now.”“Machine, this is… it’s Margo.” Dex whispered, looking at the ground. 

“Have you seen a seven year old little girl stand bravely in the face of evil? I have. Her eyes stayed on me even as they went down the line slitting their throats one by one, starting with my father. Down the line they went. Her head was held high even as they held a large serrated hunting knife to her throat. She didn’t shiver in fear even as they slowly dragged that damn knife back and forth across her neck like a goddamn saw. Do you know what I did? I could only sit there, crying as I tried to shield Anna from their brutality.” She said, whispering that last part. “Even then I failed.... I had been quiet the whole time, not saying a single word, clutching on to Anna for dear life. Do you think that they stopped there and just let us go?” She asked, eyeing them with fury. "No! They didn’t because as soon as the

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 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

“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