CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Reid froze, though his heart doubled its pace. Aiya did not look up or even move; then he remembered that she did not speak the traffickers’ language. She had no idea what had been said.
“Do you think us stupid?” Mirko asked. The two Slovakian men behind him hefted their weapons in a casual, hip-height grip, the barrels aimed at Reid. “How would an operation like ours survive if we did not keep our eyes and ears open? We know about the murders at Macicka. We know that three of our girls escaped from the District.”
As much as he wanted to reach for his weapon, Reid did not dare move. A single blast from either of the machine guns trained on them would cut both him and Aiya down instantly.
“At first we thought you might have been police,” Mirko continued. “We were not
