Mafia's Nemesis
Then, almost too calmly, she reached into her folder and pulled out a creased sheet of paper—laying it flat on the table.
“You know,” she began, “Every year in New Mexico, more than four hundred women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five go missing.”
“Holly Molly!, That’s more than one girl a day.” Nevena gasped. Her eyes moved across the page.
“Yes—” Breanna affirmed, flipping the page slowly. “You want to guess how many are successfully rescued?”
Nevena didn’t answer, but Breanna continued anyway.
“Zero.” Breanna slapped the folder shut. A beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating.
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