Ruger’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled in the gate at the address the man on the phone had given him. He drove a big box truck that supposedly held the girls he was trading for Krissi. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. He’d done a lot of crazy things, and he’d learned long ago how to stay calm while he did what had to get done. Now, he was having a hard time. He felt like he was green and barely a prospect again.
Slowing the truck to a stop, he closed his eyes for just a second and pushed everything from his mind but the task at hand. He could do this. He had no choice. Not if he wanted to keep Krissi from suffering what some of the Devil’s whores had lived through. Or worse.
Ruger shuddered as the memory of his sister’s body the night she’d been killed flashed across his mi
