San Francisco, Tuesday Evening
Jarod sat on the floor of his rented room, surrounded by copies of files. Children's files. Twelve pictures were pinned to the ceiling above his head, staring down helplessly at him.
Stolen or purchased from desperate parents.
Parents whose bank records were on the bed, next to their death records. At his bedside were several books about foster care placement and related scandals.
He couldn't help suspecting the Centre in this.
[NFI, obviously.]
Stolen or purchased from desperate parents.
Parents whose bank records were on the bed, next to their death records. At his bedside were several books about foster care placement and related scandals.
He couldn't help suspecting the Centre in this.
[NFI, obviously.]