““He was kidnapped.” I managed to keep the curse word that nearly slipped from my lips to myself. “Did they ever…” I hesitated, not knowing how to ask my question. But Dante solved the problem by shaking his head. “Everyone was holding out hope that there’d be a ransom call.” When he didn’t continue, I said, “But there wasn’t.” He let out an ugly little laugh. “Kids from favelas don’t get kidnapped for ransom.” I stiffened. “Favelas…those are…those are slums in Brazil, aren’t they?” Dante nodded. “Only one reason to take a kid from a neighborhood that the rest of the world doesn’t give two shits about.” My stomach fell as I realized what he meant. Human trafficking. As””
