Damn if it hadn’t been one hell of a time. Reed found them in the nick of time. Her uncle and cousin were around the corner when they got into the truck. Yet, that wasn’t what had him speechless or stumped. Heading here, he learned Missy’s last name was Wycough, but that was what had him shaking his head. The one that was selling them out, selling their names to this bitch who in turn also sold them as sex slaves to a guy named David Wycough, Missy’s other uncle. That bit of information put a little snag on things. “Hey you okay?” Reed joined him on the bank on the water. “Have you heard any word from Brandon?” “Not a word. I got a funny feeling that he was grabbed or something. Not like him to not at least call in after I asked for a big favor.” “How are the girls?” Reed glanced over his shoulder at the cabin that was lit up. “Jennifer is getting her settled in. We should be okay here for a while, at least until we get a plan.” Brent nodded. “So, um, care to tell me about it?”
