Here is the next chapter enjoy. Amber
Chapter 10
Brooke was currently curled up in a ball. She had just finished with the client. She felt nauseous. She hurried into the bathroom and threw up. She wanted to take a shower, but knew that was a bad idea. She wanted the evidence to remain. She was so sore down there. It had been worse than she imagined. Her door opened. Angel came in. "Time for you to bathe. I have a nightgown for you. Another client is coming tonight, then more tomorrow. You're booked solid for this whole week."
Brooke whimpered.
Angel pulled out her gun. "Shower now kid."
Brooke went into the bathroom, she had no choice but to strip. She pulled her skirt over her head, removed her sweaters and bra. She turned the water on hot. If she was going to take a shower by god she was getting all the ick off her. She asked a question. "Um, do you provide condoms?"
"We do if the client wants them. Most of them don't bother."
Brooke sobbed. "But what if I get pregnant?"
"That's the goal kid. You eventually will get pregnant, we'll sell your baby to adoptive parents. The other three girls are with clients now. You're the lucky one you get two in one night."
Brooke squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't want to think about that. Her daddy was coming; she knew it in the depths of her soul. She scrubbed her body twice and got out. The lady Angel threw her a negligee. "Put this on. This next client likes it rough, it will be torn from your body. No point in putting on something expensive."
Brooke choked back a sob. She was wearing a see through siren red nightie. It covered nothing. Angel closed and locked her door. Brooke collapsed to the floor sobbing. "Daddy! Grandpa please hurry. I can't take anymore of this!"
Benjamin Culpepper was in his bed at home. He couldn't sleep. He was worried about his girlfriend. He met her in grade school and always knew she was special. They had shared their first kiss just yesterday. That moment was seared in his mind, it had brought a smile to his face when he thought of it. Now it brought tears. "Where are you Brooke?"
His door opened and his father stepped in. "Can't sleep."
He sat up. "Dad. I can't. Brooke...I'm so worried. Where is she? Is she hurt? She's my best friend. I care for her so much."
His father rubbed his back. "I know son. Did you talk to pastor Bert while you were there?"
"Yeah but what does he know? I wish I could call the Hardy's."
"It's late son."
"Please dad."
He looked at the time for form. It was ten o'clock. "Be quick." He sat on the bed.
Ben pulled out his phone and dialed Callie Hardy.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Hardy, it's Ben Culpepper. I'm sorry for the late hour but is there any news?"
Callie's heart broke for the young man. She soothed. "There is, Brooke has a panic button that will engage a homing beacon. She engaged it ten minutes ago. Frank and Fenton are on the way to Mission Texas to get her."
Ben squeezed his fathers hand. "Thank God! Can...can you call me when she's safe. Please. I can't sleep, I couldn't eat. I just want her to know that I care. That…"
Callie soothed him. "I will sweetie. Thank you for being so kind to her and loving. She cares about you deeply. I promise to call. It might be your parents because of the lateness of the hour but I'll call."
Ben could live with that. "Okay. Thanks. I'm praying really hard, so is Pastor Bert."
"We all are sweetie. Try to rest."
Frank was flying their jet to McAllen Airport near Mission Texas. He didn't disturb their pilot because he knew he was celebrating his anniversary with his wife. It was a relief. He continued to monitor the signal. Frank and Fenton listened in horror at the audio. Frank had to engage the autopilot. Then he went to the cabin and flung the items from the table onto the ground in one swift motion, then he pounded the wall with his fists twice. Fenton wasn't much better but forced himself to remain calm. This was Frank's little girl and they'd listened as two men one being Juan Garcia rape her.
The flashing light on his laptop was their whole world right now. They had reached out to the McAllen field office. Four SWAT teams were ready to be deployed. The complex where Brooke was being held was massive; there were three warehouses each with two points of entry. It was right next door to Juan Garcia's hacienda. His father was working out the logistics of the raids. It was getting the teams into position that would be a problem. The property was very isolated. Frank was going to have to perform some serious magic to trick the men monitoring the security system. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before. He would use the cover of darkness to get to a port to access the system. Sam would be positioned as a sniper to cover him. Frank was dressed in black. He had night vision goggles and was ready to go.
Fenton clapped him on the back. "Be careful son."
Quiet as a mouse Frank made his way to the cable access. He used his smart phone to hack the security system. It was decent but Frank was the best. He recorded the outside shots of the cameras and put them on loop. Frank heard his father in his ear. "Bogey at your six!"
Frank disconnected his devices and crouched low in the grass. He waited until he heard his father's voice. "All clear."
Frank made his way to the van. He said. "They're blind, deaf, and down."
Frank checked his weapons. He was going in with the SWAT team and into the warehouse where his daughter was pinging from. Fenton would enter the main house with it's SWAT team. Thanks to the homing beacon and recording device they had evidence on Juan Garcia. Sam would enter another warehouse. Frank was wearing a SWAT helmet and eye protection. He stood behind the SWAT commander. Fenton called. "Are all teams in position? Call in. Frank called. "Team one A in position."
"Team one B in position."
Sam called. "Team two A on position."
After each team called in. Fenton called the command post. "Command all teams in position, are we clear?"
"Clear."
Fenton called. "On my command. Three...two...one...go
