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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Kasey stared down at the man on the floor. He was secured to the leg of the large oak dining room table where he'd found him going through some kind of files. His first job was to get the man subdued, but now that he'd done that, he was curious what the papers he was looking at were.
"What are you up to, Asshole?" Kasey nudged the man with his steel-toed-boot as he stood over him. He reached for the papers and started to read, his pulse racing as he realized what he had in front of him. He looked down at the drugged man, shaking his head. "Are you really stupid enough to have all this on paper?"
The man could only stare up at him, a hint of fear in his eyes.
All Kasey had was the burner phone on him, but he needed to get the information off the papers for Bryon and the other guys to go through. It was a goldmine of information, listing children with a photo and ID number, then beneath it, there was buyer information along with the name and phone numbers of the men who had bought the children.
When he'd reviewed the sting earlier in the day, Kasey thought it would be a simple in and out. There were no children on site, and the man was known only because of his past criminal history, and his current one where he was posting images of himself forcing young boys to do disgusting things with him. Now, seeing the papers and information on them, Kasey realized they were onto something much larger. This was a full trafficking group, and from the looks of it, he had the leader drugged at his feet.
Fuck! He didn't know what to do. Team rules said they never took evidence from the location, but now, seeing this, he needed the information. He pulled out his burner phone, wishing it had a camera on it. It didn't. He debated on calling Bryon from it, but that would lead the cops to Bryon's number when he used the phone to call the police after.
His heart pounded as he looked around hoping for a way to get the information. He could write it down, but he really needed those photographs to match the kids with missing ones. There must have been close to thirty different sheets, each one a different child and buyer.
"You are one sick fuck." Kasey kneeled beside him, figuring he needed to get the physical side of things done before the drugs started to wear off. "I should just kill you." He held the blade to the man's neck, almost tempted to make one long slice across it. "But that's too easy. I want you to suffer just like those kids are." Kasey didn't waste time with the scissors, he used his curved blade to cut the man's pants from his body.
Of all the times to be alone, but honestly, he had no way of knowing he would come across a load of leads and information. He just needed to follow procedure. The team had rules for everything and this was no different.
He forced himself to forget about the files for the moment and focus on what he was doing. It was second nature. It was like brushing his teeth. He'd done it so many times that he did it almost without thinking. Still, he needed to focus. A dead perp wouldn't go over well. He pulled the string from his pocket and tied off the balls and cock. It took only a second to pull the string tight, and with a smug smile at the man now crying in front of him, he sliced, finding more pleasure than normal at cutting the man's cock from his body. "You are a disgusting pedophile." He tossed the balls and cock across the room before he pulled out the tubing and not so gently forced it into the man's body, so the urethra didn't clot. Once that was done, he heated the knife with the mini torch and pressed it to the bloody wounds, cauterizing them.
"Hurt?" He stood, glad to see the man pale and crying. "There is a special place in Hell for men like you." He kicked the man before turning and going back to the papers on the table. He needed a way to copy them. He glanced around as an idea popped into his head. It would mean staying longer than he wanted, but he needed the information.
Needing to make sure the man was secure in case the drugs started to wear off, he zip-tied his ankles to the other end of the heavy table before picking up the pile of papers and leaving the room. He wandered the house, remembering the layout from the plans Carter had shown him. The man had to have a computer and printer somewhere in his office.
He flipped on the light in the office, quickly rushing to pull down the blinds so no one walking by the house would see a masked man inside. Once done, he found the printer, thankful it looked like it worked. He prayed it had ink in it as he put the first page into the slot and pushed copy.
The printer started to print, giving him a semi-clear photo and a great copy of the written information. He set the other papers into the slot to print and hurried back out to make sure the man was still secure.
The man had drool dripping down his cheek, but Kasey ignored that, instead focusing on anything else around that might give them information on the other pedophiles or the location of the children this fuck was trying to sell.
The man groaned.
"I bet that hurts like a bitch. I wouldn't know, of course, because I protect kids, not hurt them like you do. I hope you hurt for a long time. I hope it fucks with your head to think about being a eunuch. Every time you need to pee now, and you go to grab your cock, nothing will be there. Sick fuck." Kasey was more worked up tonight than he had been in a long time, and that wasn't good. When he was angry, he didn't think straight, and he needed to keep a clear head and finish, so he could get out of here before something more happened.
Checking the area to make sure he didn't leave any evidence, he gave the man one final look before rushing back to the printer. He smiled, seeing everything had copied perfectly. He quickly grabbed the papers, shut off the printer, and made his way back to the dining room. He stepped over the man, ignoring him as he set the papers back on the table where he'd found them. He made sure that the file the team had for the police sat right beside them.
"You have a good life, fucker." Kasey turned and headed out of the house. He took a calming breath before casually walking to his car. He didn't wait around. He drove several blocks before pulling over and pulling out the burner phone. He quickly dialed 911. "Yes, there is a pedophile bleeding and in need of medical at 12943 Festival Drive. He won't be able to answer the door." Kasey hung up the phone.
After another deep breath, he stashed the phone and everything else he needed to get rid of in the plastic bag. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he pulled the mask off. He'd never been so glad to have a sting over with, but also so excited about the information they had gained.
He pulled out his personal cell and quickly typed a message to Bryon.
Completed, but had a slight delay. Have information. Need to meet with you at the house. Safe and scene secure. Cops called. ETA 30 min. STK
Bryon wouldn't risk calling him until he was sure Kasey was done at the lake and far enough away for the cops not to pull him over and question him. As long as he said he was safe, Bryon would wait for his arrival at the house.
Kasey rushed to the lake, tossed the bag into the water, and quickly changed the plates on his car. There was no way he would park in front of the team house with the wrong plates on his car. It was one thing to change them in his own driveway, but he wouldn't ever put the whole team in danger by his actions.
It took him nearly forty minutes to get to the house. Bryon stood just inside as he opened the door and walked in.
"What happened?" Bryon's forehead was creased with worry, and behind him, Becca looked nervous.
"Nothing bad, but I had to get copies of some information I found. I left the originals for the police, but we needed to have the information as well." He thrust the stack of printed papers at Bryon, not giving him a chance to bitch at him for taking anything from the house.
Bryon's lips pressed tight into a thin, angry line, but he didn't say a word as he glanced down at the papers. His eyes slowly widened as he read, skimming from one page to another as he saw what Kasey had found.
"Fuck, how did we not know about this?" Bryon looked up, meeting Kasey's stare. "You were right to get this." Bryon turned and yelled, "Trenton, I need you and Carter now."
