Chapter 22

John looked at the time. It was late, so he said, “Is An going to be alright by herself tonight?”

Mei replied, “She should be, but I should probably go check on her. What should I tell her about tomorrow?”

John said, “I should probably see what papers she has, passport, green card, that sort of thing. She also needs to stay hidden. We can’t risk bringing her to site without a TWIC card either, so she’s stuck here for the time being. Do you even know what her age is?”

Mei replied “She said she was 18, and by the way, she’s fluent in English. She just reverts to Mandarin when she’s upset, so you should be able to ask her yourself.”

“Go bring her over here, we need to arrange this before morning. Be sure to bring what documents she’s got.”

Mei stood, dressed, and did just that.

Ten minutes later, An walked through the door. John noticed her nose flare, thinking to himself, we probably should have aired the place out before bringing her over, his place had a strong scent of sex. She took a seat on the couch.

John said, “We need some information before tomorrow. What is your immigration status and what documents do you have?”

An replied in clear English “The green card is bogus, as is the passport. When I was sold by my grandfather to pay off his debt, those were provided by the Triads. Somewhere in San Francisco, I have legal documents from my mother who lives there, including a birth certificate from the county of San Francisco.”

John got a perplexed look on his face “What do you mean by that?”

I visited my grandfather when I was five years old. I had an American passport then. However, he confiscated that, then traded me to the Triad for a gaming debt. They, in turn, sold me to a trafficking ring for children. I was first sold to a New York City boss, who traded me with one from San Diego. He, then sold me the guy Mei put down. Tran got angry when I refused him sex, and told him I was going to turn myself in to the law, giving my actual US name. An Teng is the Chinese name, but in the States, my actual legal name is Cecile Zheng.”

“For tonight and tomorrow, you need to stay out of sight, Cecile. I need you to write down your mother’s name, and any other information you have from where you were born. Place of birth, relatives, school, that sort of thing.”

He had been looking online for obituaries in the San Francisco area with her name while she talked. Sure enough, he found one that fit her name and time frame.

He then started searching for the same in her mother’s name, just in case. Nothing came up, which gave John some hope. He did find a trace on her mother, and according to it, her last known public address was in Vegas of all places. He looked at the girls and said, “We will be making another trip into Vegas this weekend.”

He then walked them all through what he’d found.

Cecile wanted to take a bus right away, but John canceled that idea by saying, “These Internet things are not always reliable. We need to personally knock on the door at this address. If it is her, she should recognize her own daughter. However, we need to be careful. Your mother would be the first place those assholes would look, so some surveillance is in order first. We don’t want to put your mother in jeopardy by acting rashly.”

Everyone nodded at that.

“For tonight, and tomorrow are you going to be alright alone here?”

Cecile replied, “Can I sleep on the couch here?”

John looked to the other three; all nodded their heads.

John said “That will be fine. Just don’t get up wandering around at night. Yell out if there is a problem, someone will be in shortly if you do.”

Cecile nodded to this.

He turned to the other three and said, “It’s time for bed.”

After setting his coffee, he walked into the bedroom to find all three laying on the bed naked.

“Now isn’t that a sight” he said, eliciting a series of giggles from them. He was curious how this was going to work. Mary and Pixy got on his left side with Pixy next to him, and Mary spooning Pixy’s back, while Mei snuggled into his right side.

John faded out to the soft breathing of the three women.

He woke to the feel of a wet mouth applying suction to his dick. He heard Pixy and Mary whispering instructions apparently coaching Mei, how to suck dick. He remained still and silent for a few more minutes, enjoying the feeling. Soon he felt Mary and Pixy shift on the bed, then two tongues started licking his balls while Mei continued on the head of his dick. He opened his eyes, but it was too dark to see anything.

Reaching under Pixy and Mary, he groped each of their tits, letting them know he was awake. Neither broke pace with their tongue lashing on his balls. If anything, they picked up the pace. His balls were churning by now, so he let loose painting Mei’s throat with his sperm.

“That’s certainly a pleasant wake up call” he told them.

He became aware of noises from the kitchen and the smell of fresh bread and coffee wafting through from the kitchen. After a brief stop in the head, he dressed and entered the kitchen. He saw Cecile had his coffee and, what looked and smelled like a plate cinnamon rolls ready.

She handed him his coffee and a roll.

“Thank you” he said.

Thinking about the day, he pulled out a burner phone and programmed his regular number into it. Handing it and a charger to Cecile, he said “This has five gigs of data for text, calls, and messages on it. Feel free to surf on it today and call me if there is anything wrong here.”

She smiled and nodded her head. He took another roll and exited the camper to warm up his truck, after first looking it over carefully. Looking around, he was puzzled, but couldn’t place what had him on edge. Then it dawned on him, someone had eyes on him from somewhere. He then inspected Pixy’s rig, but nothing was showing. Going back to his rig, he inspected his welder, then walking over to Pixy’s and inspected hers as well. The creeping feeling increased at that. He’d learned long ago to trust his gut. This had something to do with Pixy.

John walked back in, palmed his pistol safe code, then pulled his FLIR camera out. Walking back outside, he cut his flashlight, then observed the surroundings. There was a body sized heat signature from the FLIR hiding in the brush behind Mary’s camper. Dropping the FLIR on its straps around his neck, he took out his high intensity flashlight, and 1911, training both on the spot the heat signature had shown from.