Photographs.

Names.

Dates.

Stacks of documents.

One wall contained dozens of pictures of children.

Stone stared at them.

“Jesus.”

A rider picked up a folder.

“This isn't just one kid.”

“How many?”

He opened it.

“Dozens.”

Stone looked around the room.

“Photograph everything.”

A door slammed somewhere deeper inside the building.

Everyone froze.

Footsteps.

Stone raised his hand.

The riders moved silently.

Then a man appeared.

He was thin.

Gray-haired.

Terrified.

Stone pointed toward him.

“Daniel?”

The man stopped.

“How do you know my name?”

Stone held up Emma's photograph.

Daniel's face changed.

“Where is she?”

“Safe.”

Daniel nearly collapsed with relief.

“Her mother?”

Daniel looked away.

“She was trying to expose them.”

“Who?”