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and that was absolutely fucked. It’d make our exit strategy even more complicated than it already was.
    The best thing we figured we could do would be to pick this girl up and help her reintegrate into society. We’d probably have to fake her death and help her move on with her life somewhere fresh.
    Tommy told me he knew of the place. He remembered Pop telling him about a trip to Thailand a few years ago where he was staying at a resort with sex slaves. Pop hadn’t said much back then but Tommy knew of that place as well as a similar place in Mexico. He said Pop occasionally did business with stakeholders in those businesses but Tommy hadn’t known he was an actual partner.
    Before going to sleep I’d opened the envelope and lifted out a small tablet. Immediately after giving it my print, which I fuckin’ hated, I was greeted by a slideshow of photos of a gorgeous girl. Long sleek hair almost to her waist. Her specs read 5,5”, 115 pounds, 34C, 27” waist. It said she had a pink treble clef tattoo on her left hip and a white bass clef on her right hip, pink music note on her inner thigh. Her ears, eyebrow, nose, upper lip, tongue, and belly button were all pierced but it said in brackets she now only wore earrings in her ears and navel. She had never been pregnant and had healed in the last two years from a broken wrist and a fractured ankle, two different occasions. She was O positive blood type, redheaded, blue-eyed. She had an IUD and as of the transaction close date she’d been taken off the rotation and had since been off limits sexually to anyone in preparation for her transition to me. By the looks of things Pop had finished the transaction and she’d been taken off rotation just a few days before he got shot by Jesse Romero’s crew.
    The boudoir style photos I flicked through were black and white except for one, her Alaska driver’s license. In that color picture her hair was wavy and wild. It looked auburn with highlights the color of copper or maybe copper with auburn highlights. It was both. She had the piercings in, she had a look of mischief, like she wanted to give the camera the finger, a smile on her face. She barely resembled the straight-haired expressionless girl in the boudoir photos. They called her “Felicia Sapphire”, the quotes telling me it wasn’t her real name. It didn’t list details about her true identity and the license had identifying details blacked out. At the end of the slideshow was a note stating that if I wanted nude photos, they would be made available. There was an additional screen that said “report” but there was no information on that page, just a blank spreadsheet that said ‘error’ in the first cell.
    Before I crashed for the night I texted Stan and told him to be at my apartment at 7:am for a conversation and told him there was a missing report from the tablet.
    Once that hour was up and I’d seen that the info wasn’t accessible any longer I hoofed the tablet with a pair of boots on and then chucked it down my building’s garbage chute.
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    Three days later I was on a flight to Bangkok. I’d done some juggling and delegating at the office with my staff, a consulting firm I’d hired to help me prep the subsidiaries we wanted to unload in order to put them up for sale, and asked a few of my key guys to be my eyes and ears with everything else.
    Business was winding down in a number of areas. I’d sold all the local debts to a factoring company who paid a decent rate to buy the debts, since we’d done them all with contracts under our financial services wing, and those who’d been in debt with us now got to deal with a collection agency instead of bloodthirsty thugs like Tino and his crew if they were late for a payment.
    We were in talks to sell a few of the retail and hospitality businesses. Businesses we were part owners in were being sold to the existing other part-owners.
    We were keeping the chain of coffee shops but would be hands-off