Confer, Lorelei - Deadly Deception (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lorelei Confer Page A

dressed real nice too.”
    “Can you describe them? Did they have any accents or tattoos? Did any of them wear watches? What kind of clothes did they wear?” Wyatt asked her.
    “Well, Joe is tall with a handsome face, crooked nose though. He dressed nicely enough in jeans, T-shirt, sports coat, dress shoes. He sometimes pulled his shoulder-length dark brown hair back in a ponytail.
    “I didn’t see any tattoos on either Amanda or Joe or any jewelry either. Oh, and Amanda always wore stiletto shoes, always.”
    “Where did Amanda live? Do you know her address?” Wyatt asked.
    She shrugged and shook her head. After a few more exasperating questions from both Wyatt and Dave with the same response from Isabella, she turned to Wyatt with pleading eyes shaking her head. “Is all this really necessary?”
    “In order for us to help you, we have to know anything and everything.” Wyatt responded softly, giving her an I-warned-you glare. “Some of it may seem unimportant right now, but it might lead to some little tidbit we can use later.”
    She nodded and addressed Dave. “Okay, but I went through all this with Wyatt last night. It seems like a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of numerous other things we could be doing to get me out of this fix.”
    “Like what?” Wyatt asked.
    “Like tracking down Joe and Amanda, getting to the park and backtracking to where they held me. The longer we wait, the colder their trail gets.”
    “And what do you plan to do when or if you find them?” Wyatt asked.
    “Well, I hadn’t gotten that far yet, but at least I would be doing something.”
    “They sound like they’re experienced traffickers to me, Isabella.” Dave explained. “They’ve been doing it for a while, too. It happens every single day to young women and children. They start abducting kids as young as ten years old, infiltrating middle schools, befriending a kid, making all kinds of promises of money and easy work. Then they’re abducted and delivered.
    “The abductors get paid and start all over again. The abductees are left to serve a lifetime of slavery without their families ever being aware of where they are or if they are dead or alive. And it happens all over the world, more in the United States than most people can imagine.”
    “We know you’re anxious to find them and, believe me, we are too.” Wyatt interjected again. “We’ll be doing all you want us to do and much more, only we’ll have more information and a plan ready to implement and apprehend them when we find them. And we will find them. Okay? Just try to be a little more patient a bit longer.”
    Dave changed the line of questioning. “Tell us about your fiancé, his name, date of birth, where he works, his home and work addresses?”
    “Ex-fiancé, please,” she said as she gave him all the pertinent details she could while hanging her head, embarrassed to have been so gullible.
    “When did you first meet him?” Wyatt asked.
    “We went to the same high school, and even though he was a number of years ahead of me, we hung out with the same kids. He asked me out on dates but my dad wouldn’t allow it. He said Michael was too old for me. Michael would get really mad but then come back the next day asking again.”
    “Did he have any prior arrests?” Wyatt asked.
    “I’m not aware of any arrests,” she answered, “but even though I knew him from high school, I didn’t keep track of him all the time.”
    “What does he do for a living?” Wyatt asked.
    “Well, I don't really know. When we first started dating, he had just gotten back from Central America . He had been there a number of years, not sure how many.”
    “What did he do while he was there?” Dave asked.
    “I don’t know. He never wanted to talk about it, and I didn’t press him for answers,” Isabella explained.
    “What happened then?” Dave asked her.
    “What do you mean?”
    “What happened between you and Michael?” Dave asked.
    “I really