Zane POV
I’d gone into the kitchen earlier for coffee, but when I was ready for breakfast, I was the last to arrive. Sarah, looking lovely and fresh in the mornings as she always did, was inhaling her coffee and chewing on toast. The girls were having their overnight oats and greeted me with smiles.
“Any news?” Sarah asked. She didn’t have to ask about what.
“Travis is still putting all the pieces together. We’re looking at a couple hundred solid convictions just on the money trail alone. The actual handlers of the human captives have all vanished, of course, but we’ll sniff them out.”
I thought about making eggs, but they didn’t appeal. “We’ve found the fAmelies of about thirty of the human captives, but the reunions sometimes go very poorly. We’re offering counseling for everyone, of
