The wail of police sirens cut through the air.
I stepped back, watching as the traffickers froze like cornered rats.
Patrol cars skidded to a stop, and officers poured out like a damn SWAT unit. One of them—an older guy with a face that had seen too much—walked straight toward me.
“We got a tip about human trafficking,” he said, his eyes scanning the scene. “Seems like we arrived just in time.”
I barely looked at him. My job here was done.
“I’ll leave them to you,” I said simply, turning toward Emily.
She was shaking, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to disappear.
I crouched down. “Are you okay?”
Emily sniffled, her big brown eyes shining with tears. “I… I thought I was going to be taken away forever.”
Her voice broke, and she started crying all over again.
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