Chapter 19
Grant shielded his eyes against the morning sun and peered at the tired stucco building with its pothole-filled parking lot and its faded two-word sign that read Sales Office. This couldn’t be the infamous auction site, could it? Uncertain, he was about to call Janet and verify the address when he caught sight of a mustard-colored flag on the roof—the company symbol. This was the place.
He gazed around, noting exits and potential hiding places. Catching a glimpse of a beautiful red Ferrari tucked into a carport at the back corner of the building, his lips thinned. Rich rewards indeed.
Rafael had been right about everything. For years, Grant had been an unwitting accomplice to the slave trade. Guilt washed through him, bringing heat to his cheeks and regret to his heart. Of co
