Delilah’s contact in the Black Dragon Gang laughed her to scorn when she told him what Oscar had asked her to say. According to the middleman, Delilah must be insane to think that she could buy back a captive that had been transported to their headquarters.
“You know the drill,” he’d said. “If she’s still alive by now, then she’s most likely among the new batch of girls traveling to Mexico tonight. And that means she already has a new passport and travel documents.”
“Oh, dear,” she’d whispered in mortification.
“That’s right,” the middleman had continued arrogantly. “The team on the other side of the border has already been informed of the specific number of girls coming to them. You can’t just pull out a girl at this stage of the journey. It’s impossible.”
That bit of information damp
