“Not these.” I pointed to three names at the bottom of the list. As Venom clicked on each of them, pictures of various women in cages and other confinement met me. I battled back the waves of nausea threatening to take over.
“These three clubs are fronts for what I’m fairly certain is human t*affi*king. Look who was taking about half of the profits.” I gasped when I saw several money transfers between my father and Nikolai Velnov.
“Glory, Velnov controlled the ports on the Coast. Your father was paying Velnov to let him use the ports to move these women. Reilly mainly ships these girls to New York City, and from there they end up God knows where.”
“How many?” I whispered.
“There is no telling. There are folders going back almost twenty years. But I found another folder that he calls D
