Chapter Nine
The raised office overlooking the floor of the warehouse Reza was using this week had proven quite useful. Reza preferred walking among his clients on the selling floor. But from his vantage up above, Ward could see the entire warehouse while remaining hidden. He adjusted a small pair of high powered binoculars and Reza’s features jumped into sharp focus. Ward could also hear every word, thanks to the wire Reza wore.
Reza stood, deep in discussion with a short, round man with thick glasses, alongside the row of naked girls shackled to the warehouse wall, legs spread wide and hands stretched above their heads in taut inverted Vs. Dark men, some wearing white robes, rolled dollies holding cubical wood crates up to and away from the wall. Ward, who’d heard Reza’s spiel many tim
