“So the person called and gave you the address where this guy is based?” Nick said. “This disgusting piece of s**t who exploits kids?”
“Yeah.”
He walked over to her, watching her closely. She looked wrecked: stressed and exhausted and something else. Scared? Worried? Guilty?
“Are you OK, Mia?”
“I don’t know.” She stared at the towering piles of papers covering her table. “I think maybe… I’m in over my head.”
A chill passed over him. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure… something feels wrong.”
“OK, hold on.” Nick sat down and took her hands. “Are you telling me that these people may know who you are?”
“Oh, no. No way.”
“You sure?”
“Completely. I’ve been careful to the point of paranoia, and I’ve only talked with one person at PIP about everything, and not even totally openly.”
“Tom
