Chapter Eight.
Walking into the hanger, Leon saw his aunt Haley sitting near but not touching the woman who was slumped over in the corner, her long deep brown hair hanging over her face, her knees pulled up to her chest, her slight body trembling from head to foot. Seeing this broken woman did something to his heart, something he could not quite understand. However, whatever it was, he quickly locked it away in a box in his mind. He could not afford to be distracted with pity, he had a job to do.
“Safron, this is Andy, he is going to be looking after you. Protecting you from the men who took you,” Haley gently spoke, but the slumped over woman did not move a muscle or even acknowledge that she had spoken.
Leon had prewritten scripts which he had learned by heart over the years, a
