Cookie walked silently through the jungle, every now and then looking down at the GPS clipped to his LBV, Load Bearing Vest, to make sure he was still heading in the right direction. He could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead and he was constantly wiping it away as he continued ducking and dodging trees and obstacles in his path. Cookie was able to cover a good distance every hour, something he knew he wouldn’t be able to do once Julie was with him…if Julie was with him.
Even though their intel told them that it was likely she was being held in one of the two camps, Cookie hoped like hell their information was correct. s*x trafficking wasn’t anything that followed patterns. One time a group might keep a woman for weeks, another woman might be held for only hours. It depended on wh
