dollars richer. Victor had been smooth, businesslike - his hotel room clean and sterile, the extraction brutal but professional. They gave her painkillers, watched her f

whispered, Aisha just smiled and waved from the back of a tinted car. She began recruiting girls from the neighborhood-students, dancers, and single mothers desperate enough to risk ev

he product, how to walk with innocence, how to lie with confidence. They were paid well. She made more. Her network bega

t her and said, "You don't owe anyone the truth. Just get there, and come back alive". It was ad