I scooted to the edge of the chair so that I was closer to her. With all the kindness I could muster, I held her hand and led her gaze to mine, showing her that I genuinely want to help.
"Saph, what do you know?" I urged, but she shook her head again.
I was about to give up, not wanting to pressure her too much in light of her injuries. But she surprised me by talking. It was low, but it was audible.
"The man in charge is Enrique Nieto." She said his name with so much contempt, and I couldn't help but agree. But I already knew this. "He kidnaps girls from age 12 to about 18? I'm not really sure. But he kidnaps them and he..." She trailed as my heart pounded against my chest in anticipation.
I figured out so much about this man over the years, but I never knew what he actually did with
