The large man stepped away from the desk, his keys jingling with a clang as he motioned for Grace to move. He led her down a narrower, more suffocating corridor, the oppressive heat of the Mexican sun trapping the humidity within the concrete walls. At the very end of the hall, he stopped before a reinforced iron door, sliding a bolt out of its socket with a harsh scrape.
When the door swung open, Grace was met with the sight of a cramped, dimly lit room. Silhouettes shifted in the dimness. Several young women were scattered across the floor, some leaning against the damp walls, others curled tightly into themselves.
Liam took a step forward, his eyes darting across the room before locking onto the man's profile. "What is Grace supposed to do here?" he asked, his voice cracking with a ri
