[Despite the airflow to her suit, Lindianne feels like she’s suffocating.]
[Benitez may as well be talking to a statue for all the good it does. She remains standing there, one hand knitted in Bohdan’s shirt. The other remains at her side, hand balled into a fist and arm trembling from the tension. She says nothing. All she does is slam him against the wall once more before letting him drop.]
[She doesn’t turn to look at Benitez and Faye.]
Your missing persons didn’t go missing. They were taken. Trafficked.
[She scoops up the phone and presses it to the glass in one quick motion.]
no subject
[Benitez may as well be talking to a statue for all the good it does. She remains standing there, one hand knitted in Bohdan’s shirt. The other remains at her side, hand balled into a fist and arm trembling from the tension. She says nothing. All she does is slam him against the wall once more before letting him drop.]
[She doesn’t turn to look at Benitez and Faye.]
Your missing persons didn’t go missing. They were taken. Trafficked.
[She scoops up the phone and presses it to the glass in one quick motion.]
He fucking deserves to pay for this-