Screams.  All I could hear were their screams.  It didn’t matter.  There was nothing I could do for any of them.  Those poor souls who were being trafficked, none of my concern.  The prostitutes who were hiding nearby, not even on my radar.  It didn’t matter if they had been kidnapped or purposefully chose to associate themselves with the McCarthys.  I didn’t care.  That was how I made it through most of my assignments.  Lack of emotion and focus on my task.  There have been scenes that I’ve witnessed that would cause a normal man to act or become sick.  Scenes that should have never been created.  When I was younger, my master had me witness his acts and I did become ill a few times.  No longer.  Last night was no exception.  There...

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