The Lost Girls ... and Nick Hammer

Tiffany Johnson woke from the pain in her mouth.  The inside of her lower lip was sore and she tasted blood.  Tiffany was not alone. 

          The effects of the fentanyl had worn off and she counted five other girls in the room.  But it was not a room.  It was a storage locker with a large orange garage type door.  There were two five gallon buckets and some toilet paper in the left rear corner.  As Tiffany’s head cleared, she talked with the other girls. 

          They girls came from all stations in life.  All had bar code tattoos on their lower inside lip.  None had any recollection when that happened.  The girls wept when they recalled their sale into slavery.  Soon, one said, a man would come with food for all of them.  Sometime after that, the same girl said, one of them would be drugged and taken away.  She saw it happen to three other girls.  The speaker was asked their destination – she was clueless.  Then came a jangling noise at the door.  

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A Snack ... From ... Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls

Mr. White spent the better part of his day playing golf with two influential people.  White never cared for the game.  Whacking a little ball around manicured grass was something he could live without.  But he was not playing for himself; he was playing for Watershed.  This was his bi-monthly golf outing with his state’s senior U.S. Senator and a ranking member of the U.S. House of Representatives.  Watershed has quite a bit of dirt on both of them.  If an everyday Joe would commit the least of these offenses and get caught, Joe would see the inside of a prison.  But so far, White had no cause to leverage either one of these men.  They always bought him lunch and dropped tid-bits of information that could prove useful in the future.  

          The luncheon followed the usual pattern:  the Senator and Congressman enjoyed a liquid lunch while White listened.  At some point they would chide him about his golf game.  When this chiding ended, they kidded him about his Watershed Group being some kind of spy agency.  White had no problem laughing along with them about that.   If these fools only knew the truth.   Soon, the Senator and Congressman, plied with alcohol, began to discuss things that really should be kept behind closed doors.  It was during these moments that White intently listened.  

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A sample from Nick Hammer - The Lost Girls ...

None of this data gave White any measure of solace.  It made him angry, at a level he had not felt in years.   Motherfuckers   But, after looking harder at the data, White saw that, at least in the States, slaving had a few components.  

          The first component was local, where the victim was taken.  The second component was regional, a type of distributorship.  The distributor auctioned his ‘property’ to another, the third component.  It was this third component that shipped their new ‘property’ out of the country and auctioned it off to the highest and final bidder.  It was not just girls and young women who were taken. 

          Pre-adolescent and teenaged boys were snatched to fulfill some sick bastard’s cravings.  White saw enough.  He went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a tall glass of whiskey which he swallowed without taking a breath.  He then had his assistant find Sean McMann.  He was not hard to locate.  He was in the building. 

          The old man briefed McMann on the recent data. 

          “Mr. White … sir … this is sickening.  It’s heinous,” McMann said.  “I could kill this scum myself and not lose any sleep.” 

          “Yes, as could I … tell me about Hammer and Magda Gomez.” 

          “They’re meeting with the Wilson’s soon.  They have no idea about the other girls ...

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                         Author’s Foreword 

Nick Hammer – Blood Money dealt with horrific murder, drugs, greed, and obsessive behavior.  Nick Hammer – The Lost Girls focuses on child abduction and sex slavery.  It is something that cannot be denied.  This is a problem worldwide and strikes all social strata, rich or poor.  If the children are cute, handsome, and naïve they can fall victim to these predators. 

          The story begins in Texas and ends in England.  As an author, I feel that I did my best in portraying the great lengths that these predators will go to be successful in the sex slave trade.  Enjoy the story and by all means, guard your children. Terry Unger, 17 October, 2017

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 Mr. White spent the better part of his day playing golf with two influential people.  White never cared for the game.  Whacking a little ball around manicured grass was something he could live without.  But he was not playing for himself; he was playing for Watershed.  This was his bi-monthly golf outing with his state’s senior U.S. Senator and a ranking member of the U.S. House of Representatives.  Watershed has quite a bit of dirt on both of them.  If an everyday Joe would commit the least of these offenses and get caught, Joe would see the inside of a prison.  But so far, White had no cause to leverage either one of these men.  They always bought him lunch and dropped tid-bits of information that could prove useful in the future.  

          The luncheon followed the usual pattern:  the Senator and Congressman enjoyed a liquid lunch while White listened.  At some point they would chide him about his golf game.  When this chiding ended, they kidded him about his Watershed Group being some kind of spy agency.  White had no problem laughing along with them about that.   If these fools only knew the truth.   Soon, the Senator and Congressman, plied with alcohol, began to discuss things that really should be kept behind closed doors. 

                  Copyright 2017 Terry Unger