"I found them."
Mason's eyes snapped open. His sleep-disoriented body was a moment behind his brain, but he knew those words were important.
"Where?" He scrubbed his face and blinked across the room at Zain.
Luke and Travis stood behind his cousin, peering at the screen. Going off their expressions, whatever Zain was excited about didn't translate to the others, but that was normal. Sometimes it seemed that Zain had his own language the rest of them would never speak.
"Cruz keeps very detailed records." Zain's fingers flew over the keys while his prosthetic manned the mouse. "We're going to be able to turn this over to the government and maybe bring a lot of these girls home. Abraham's staff though, they're here. In the city, as best I can tell. They were sold to a guy who runs a hotel
