Isabella stared at Cam and wished she could be less emotionally involved.
“It is what I do,” she saw his face trying to remain neutral, but the flick of irritation kept rising to the surface. “I am contracted by a highly organized collective who investigates and traces s*x traffickers, both individuals and well-structured rings. When Clara rescued me nearly seven years ago, I was one of fifty girls who had been selected from the USA for a buyer in the Middle East who had proclivities for virgins. He had a physician working on his payroll here in New York who had examined me when I had gone to a clinic for birth control. She flagged my file, I was tracked and then kidnapped and held for shipping. Clara intercepted the night before I was set to be sent to Miami to be put in a shipping cont
