Free Enslaved [Freedom Be Damned 1] (Siren Publishing M?nage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Page B

hundred feet from the cliff face to the lower level.
    The base of the cliff was incredibly green, with lots of luxuriant foliage grown from the steady mist coming from the waterfall, and Evelyn loved the scenery. Everywhere the bushes were in flower, and their colors were bright and varied, making the green background look even more outstanding.
    Finally, they returned to the vehicle. “What do you want to do now?” asked Vaughan.
    “Sleep,” replied Evelyn.
    “Can we watch you while you nap?”
    “No, thank you. I’ve had a wonderful morning, but I really need more than just a nap. Then I have all my chores to do. Laundry, shopping, all those boring things.
    “We could help. I’m a trained shopper,” suggested Merrick.
    Evelyn laughed but shook her head. She was beginning to think she loved these men, but she really did need to do her chores and get organized for the week ahead. And she also needed some long hours of sleep, or she’d never cope with the housework.
    “Maybe next Sunday I’ll think of the activity we can do,” she suggested, then hoped she hadn’t overstepped their boundaries. They were dating, sort of, weren’t they?
    “Oh, excellent. I like that idea,” said Trevellyan.
    “Me, too,” added Merrick.
    “We’ll talk to you during the week, and you can tell us what you’ve planned,” said Vaughan.
     
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    Mas handed a thick sheaf of papers to Trevellyan. “This is the trickiest, most complicated, devious setup I’ve ever seen. It’s been checked by a forensic accountant, and she’ll be sending you a pretty steep bill, but as you know, I can only access information in the public domain. She had to go digging a little deeper,” said Mas, his big, blue eyes as wide and innocent as a newborn baby’s.
    “The first thing you need to do is get these accounts legally frozen, otherwise you’ll never get a dime back for Aurelia. I’m betting the other call center workers will join her in a class action suit, which will mean all the costs will be divided, so it’ll be a much better deal for all of them. Plus you need to time the freezing of the accounts with the storming of the building. That way you catch the bad guys as well as stop them accessing their getaway money.”
    “I suppose you just happen to know someone who can do that for us?” asked Trevellyan, a deep respect dawning for Mas’s skills.
    “Nah, but Niall will. When is he reporting to you?”
    Merrick flicked a shirt cuff up to look at his watch. “Ten minutes.”
    “Awesome. I’ll e-mail you my account tonight.”
    Mas slouched out of their apartment, and almost immediately, the doorbell rang, and Niall was there. He handed over a camera memory card, saying, “This is a copy. I have all the film safely hidden away. I expect these guys will put up quite a fight, so keep it safe. I’m pretty sure they’re doing something to the call center women. They take them into a top floor room for a day and then bring them back. I was figuring it was sex, but now I think it’s some form of brainwashing. I’ve seen two of the women who’ve been taken, rubbing their heads and looking confused. You’ll need to get counselors, maybe deprogramming people lined up, as well as the cops.”
    Trevellyan flopped down into a chair in shock. This was so much bigger than he’d expected. “Aurelia?”
    “I have no reason to think she’s not fine. I reckon they’re doing the other team right now.”
    Niall looked at them sternly and started giving a lot of instructions about whom to contact and how to do it. Trevellyan still felt like someone had run him over with a truck, but fortunately, Merrick’s take-charge nature was in full control, and he was writing notes as fast as Niall was speaking.
    When the conversation seemed to have stopped, he asked, “When do we do this?”
    “Likely it’ll take all tomorrow to get everything set up. So tomorrow night. Then you’ll have her back safely, and hopefully the other