3 The Chain of Lies (14 page)

“I think she may have been a prostitute at one of those Thai massage parlors,” Emily blurted out. She glanced at Colin next to her, and his frown told her he wasn’t pleased with her reckless supposition.

“Really? What makes you say that, Emily?” Peter asked, his eyes and the tone of his voice showing his serious interest.

“Molly and I were at the Hilton Hotel a few weeks ago and ran into a young Asian woman crying in the restroom. She wouldn’t talk to us, but she was all dolled-up like a teenager trying to pass as a grown woman—a very sexy grown woman. Then an older woman came in, scolded her in some Asian language, and pulled her out of the room. At the time, I chalked it up to a teenage girl being caught by her mom dressing up to appear older for some guy.”

“Why would you think that?” Camille asked.

“Because that happened to me when I was fifteen,” Emily replied.

“But now you don’t think that’s what happened?” Peter questioned.

“Molly and I saw the girl again not long after that, in the backseat of a car leaving a house in this neighborhood. Molly saw her more close up than me, and she said the girl had the saddest eyes she’d ever seen.”

“She never mentioned that to me,” Camille said.

“What else, Em?” Isabel asked.

“I was on a case where the wife thought the husband was seeing a prostitute, because of charges showing up on their credit card bill. I followed him to the Jade Thai Spa and found out later he was getting a lot more than a massage.”

“What does that massage parlor have to do with the teenage girl?” Jonathan asked.

“I saw her again, not long ago, after I left here one day. She was in the backseat of the same car, with two other girls around her age. A stocky man was driving both times, and the woman from the restroom was in the front seat, the same as the first time Molly saw them. I had tried to tell Molly they were probably a family and the three girls in the backseat were sisters.”

“Sounds like you don’t believe that anymore,” Peter said.

“The last time I saw them, I looked into that girl’s face as they drove past me. She looked out the window, right at me, with her big brown eyes. Molly was right. They were the saddest eyes I’d ever seen. But more than sadness, I saw fear. So I decided to follow them.”

“You never told me that,” Colin said.

“Are you sure?” Emily asked.

“What did y’all see?” Maggie asked.

“They drove to the Jade Thai Spa, parked in the back, and they all got out and went inside. It was a little after four. The sign on the front door said they opened at five, so I banged on the door until someone answered.”

“Now I know you never told me that,” Colin insisted.

“So what happened?” Isabel asked.

“The older woman came to the door, but she wouldn’t open it except barely enough to stick her head out. I stuck my foot in the door, hoping to keep her from closing it. I told her I wanted to buy a gift certificate for a massage, trying to get a peek past her. She said they don’t sell them and they only take cash, which I know, based on my client’s credit card bill, that wasn’t true. I saw the teenager walk past behind her, but the woman kicked my foot out of the door and slammed it.”

“Oh, my gosh!” Maggie exclaimed.

“I kept pounding, but she wouldn’t open the door again.”

“Emily, you shouldn’t have gone there alone,” Colin said. “I know you’re a private eye, but have you ever heard of backup?”

Emily stared at Colin for a second, then went on. “With regards to the dead woman from last night, what if she was one of the three girls in the back of that car?”

“You got a look at the body last night. Was she the one from the hotel?” Alex asked.

“No, but it could have been one of the other two. Or maybe there are more being kept at that house.”

“Sounds like you’re watching too many movies, Em,” Camille remarked.

“Actually, she could be onto something,” Peter said.

“Please don’t encourage her,” Colin pleaded.

“I know it all sounds unreal, like something out of a movie, but I know what we saw. You can ask Molly.” Emily glanced around the great room. “Camille, where’s Molly?”

“She left a bit ago, said she was going on a bike ride in the neighborhood,” Camille replied.

“Well, if Molly was here—”

“Did I hear someone call my name?” Molly bounded into the room.

“Yes,” Emily shot up from her seat on the sectional. “I was just telling them all about the three Asian girls we saw.”

“Funny you should say that,” Molly said, planting her hands on her hips. “Just a few minutes ago, as I was riding past their house, they were backing out of their driveway. There were only two girls in the backseat this time, the one from the hotel and another one.”

Emily’s gaze shot to Colin, who seemed to be able to read her mind. He stood and faced her.

“Now, Emily, take a breath. Just because last time you saw three girls in the backseat and this time there were only two doesn’t mean the girl in the river was the third one. That’s a huge leap.”

The whole room fell silent and all eyes were on the two of them.

“Isabel, tell her,” Colin pleaded. “Peter?”

“It’s certainly worth looking into,” Peter suggested.

“I agree,” Isabel concurred.

“Molly, did the driver or the older woman see you?” Emily asked.

“Maybe, but Emily, you really think they could have killed that girl? Why?” Molly asked, a tremor of fear lining her voice.

“Molly,” Emily put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder. “My guess is that they are using these girls as prostitutes. Now, I could be wrong, but we need to know for sure what’s going on. We know the people in that house are connected with the Jade Thai Spa, where prostitution is going on. And if that girl—”

“Emily, that’s enough! Molly, I think this discussion is for the adults. Why don’t you go busy yourself somewhere else and let us finish our conversation?” Camille advised.

“Mom, I’m not a child. I’m seventeen years old and I want to stay. If those girls are in trouble, I want to help.”

“I think your mother’s right,” Jonathan added. “Find something else to do, please.”

Molly’s gaze moved from her dad, to her mom, then to Emily, as everyone held their tongue. Molly’s eyes narrowed and her lips thinned. She stomped out of the room and the sound of the front door slamming echoed throughout the house.

“Sorry, Camille, Jonathan. I think I overstepped. I wasn’t seeing Molly as a child.”

“We know she’s almost grown, but she doesn’t need to be part of this conversation, talking about murder and prostitution,” Jonathan barked.

“I think I’ll go clean up the kitchen,” Camille announced in a cool, even voice as she turned to leave.

“I’ll help.” Jonathan cast Emily a disapproving look as he joined his wife.

“Really, I am sorry,” Emily called after them.

“Well, I’m stayin’ put,” Maggie said from her perch on the arm of the sectional. “I want to hear what’s goin’ on.”

Emily brought her focus back to those remaining in the family room. “I was telling Isabel earlier today that we need a plan, some way to get inside that Jade Thai Spa and find out what’s really happening.” Emily gazed around the room, from face to face, to read their level of buy-in.

“What did you have in mind?” Colin asked.

Emily hoped that meant he was onboard to help.

“Okay, tell me what you guys think of this. What if one of you men went into the Jade Thai Spa to ask for a massage and see if in the course of that massage they make an offer for more than that?” Emily suggested.

“More than that? You mean sex?” Alex asked. “I’ll volunteer,” he said, raising his hand.

“Oh, no you won’t,” Isabel reprimanded, flashing him a sarcastic grin.

“Isabel’s right. It should be Colin or Peter,” Emily recommended. “They have more experience in working undercover.”

“We’ll need some kind of hidden camera,” Peter said. “Emily, you’re a private eye. Do you have anything like that?”

“No, nothing small enough to hide in this situation.”

“Colin, can you get your hands on a tiny camera,” Peter asked, “like a button camera, or something hidden in a pair of glasses?”

“Boy, I don’t know.” Colin shook his head. “Paradise Valley Police Department is pretty small, but maybe I can borrow something from my friends at the Boise PD.”

“Or I may be able to get some equipment from the FBI, especially since they’re going to be very interested in this case if you turn up anything,” Isabel added.

“Oh, this all sounds so excitin’. What can I do?” Maggie asked.

“Just sit there looking pretty,” Peter said with a patronizing smile. “This could get dangerous.”

Maggie’s voice, which was normally upbeat and lilting, took on a stern tone as she looked Peter in the eye. “I know y’all don’t know me very well, Peter, but I’m a lot more than just a pretty face. Maybe your sister hasn’t told you, but Emily, Isabel, and I teach self-defense classes to women at the Y—I can take down a man twice my size.”

“I’m so sorry. I must have sounded like a condescending jerk,” Peter apologized.

“I’d say you stepped in it big time,” Alex kidded.

“Can we get back to the plan?” Emily crossed her arms and paced a few times in the center of the room. “If the offer of sex is made, I want to make sure the madam is willing to bring the girl to you somewhere else.”

“Like a hotel?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, excellent idea,” Peter remarked, which made Maggie smile.

“But why do you want her to bring the girl somewhere else? Can’t the police swoop in and arrest the whole bunch right then and there?” Maggie asked.

“To my way of thinking, divide and conquer is cleaner and safer for everyone involved,” Emily replied. “You guys agree?”

The nodding heads assured her they were in agreement.

“We just need to decide who’s going to be the patsy that goes in for the massage, because he’ll have to be the same guy who meets the girl at the hotel,” Isabel said.

“I volunteer,” said Peter. “I want the story.”

“Colin?” Emily asked.

“Let Peter do it, then I’ll swoop in for the arrest.”

The group spent the next half hour throwing ideas around for how and when they could work out the sting. If they were able to confirm the young Asian girls were being used for sex trafficking, then the FBI and the Boise PD SWAT team would need to be pulled into the operation quickly.

Isabel agreed to alert her FBI contacts to their plan, knowing they would want to be in charge of the operation. And Colin said he would inform his chief, as well as make contact with people he knew in the Boise Police Department to gain their involvement. If the operation was to proceed and the girls rescued, there would have to be a precisely timed orchestration of taking down this ring at several different locations simultaneously.

“We’ll have to have a well-defined plan in place to move quickly if sex is offered and the madam agrees to bring one of the girls to the hotel,” Colin said.

“My guess is she will. I’ll bet that’s what was happening when we first ran into the girl crying in the hotel restroom,” Emily said. “The poor thing probably knew what was waiting for her and she didn’t want to go.”

“And we’ll need time to get the hidden cameras, earbuds, and microphones together,” Isabel pointed out.

“I don’t want to wait too long. Every day we lose, those girls might have to prostitute themselves with who knows how many men,” Emily said.

“From what I’ve learned, it could be up to ten a night,” Peter added.

“Now remember, we’re planning this whole thing on very little evidence,” Colin pointed out. “Jade Thai Spa could simply be a massage parlor.”

“Now that’s not completely true. My client’s husband admitted they offered sex to him,” Emily reminded them.

“You have a point,” Colin admitted.

“I can’t say for sure they’re trafficking underage girls, but something is going on there. What if my gut is right about the girls and we ignored it and did nothing?” Emily asked. “I don’t know how I could live with myself.”

“Me neither,” Maggie responded.

The rest nodded and muttered their agreement.

 
“Like I told Colin earlier, each one of those girls is somebody’s daughter. We have to do something.”

CHAPTER 13

After an exhaustive conversation about their clandestine operation, and not much football watching, the gang decided to leave Camille and Jonathan in peace and call it a night. Those who would be involved agreed to reconvene the next afternoon to hammer out the details. Their best chance to go in for the massage, they agreed, would be Sunday evening. Depending on how things went, they could move on to the next phase of the operation Sunday night.

The evening was still early, around six o’clock. Colin and Emily decided to pick up some Chinese food to go at their favorite place, and head for her house.

“I’ll get the plates if you’ll pour the drinks,” Emily said as she reached up into her kitchen cupboard. The cartons of Chinese delicacies waited on the table for them.