CHAPTER 21: SEPTEMBER 2017..................
THE PRETTY BLOND UKRAINIAN GIRL was gagged and glossy-eyed from whatever drugs the monsters had pumped her with. She lay quietly, a flat-chested Barbie doll dressed in a school uniform two sizes too small for her, waiting to be undressed like an unwrapped present. She also looked to be around fifteen.
The place was located above a dirty-looking garage in Barking. Hell-On-Wheels had materialised a bit further away than normal, the pair had to walk past a school, curry shops, beauty salons and a newspaperman blaring the latest news about the US president’s impeachment and impending trials. Finally, they phoned the “supplier”, a quiet man who met them outside his “establishment”. Gave them a quick glance through before letting them in.
“Virgo in
