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I rub my chin as I read down the list.
This is a nightmare.
All I want is to be with Ivy but instead I'm stuck in the pack office with Sam and Chris, scouring the lists of offenses that Brookshire is being charged with. It's exhausting.
The length of the lists are astounding as are the types of offenses. From what we've gotten from the transfers, there was an underground prostitution ring. It wasn't very many women but the women who were being traded were traded a lot.
I'm not really sure how many though, considering most of their "warriors" had escaped.
Cowards. The lot of them.
I have to force my jaws to relax as I make notes on my copy. This isn't a normal part of my duties but the severity of the charges makes it necessary.
Charges are still being stacked. We woul
