CHAPTER EIGHT
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On the same night Peter fearfully peered into the West Virginia woods wondering what foul creatures might be hiding there, Garrou lurked in a Maryland thicket keeping watch for his prey.
It was Friday evening, and Garrou knew when Ted McManus was conducting business in Washington, he would drive into the countryside every Friday to visit an unremarkable farmhouse nestled in the rolling hills of Maryland. The otherwise innocuous-looking house was a brothel that catered to the s****l needs of powerful men from the city, ones with unique tastes. All the young women employed in this house had been trafficked and now were s*x slaves held there to be used as harshly as the clients wished. The people running this establishment preferred the safety of hiding it in the country ra
