The speculation was that the children was being kidnapped and sold to whore houses as sex slaves.Now that really grabbed me in the gut and twisted som...thing fierce! I hate the idea of sex slaves, and most especially, I hate it when children are involved. I pressed for information and got a surprising amount of facts scattered in among the bull shit. Well, I began to stew about that, and my poker playing interest dropped to zero. I excused myself from the game and went to my hotel room to try to. The first and unforgivable type being the unwanted, unloved, permanently damaging, ravaging type where one family member demands sex of another.The second being the opposite of the first whereby two family members, normally over a number of years, become so close, so in love with each other, that making love is a natural progression and their love for each other is enhanced by it. My story started one day when my brother, someone I hadn’t seen for ten years, due to my mother leaving my dad. He heard footsteps echoing down the hallway outside the room, Damon backed into the bookcase and grabbed at a book or anything he could use as a weapon when to his surprise he found himself falling down a hole that resembled a laundry chute, after falling for what seemed like hours, he landed in a dusty room with one door and a gold chest on the floor.He walked over to the chest and opened it, in the chest was a book with gold lettering on it the words were in Spanish he couldn’t make out many. Josh could hold his liquor pretty well. Unfortunately. I’d have to see about making a tonic-only contract with a bartender. But that could be tricky, Josh is a regular. The Treasury is within walking distance of his apartment.He did talk a little about some lab work he found interesting. Mice. Gene splicing. At least not those fucking naked mole-rats which I made the mistake of Googling.Being cool, almost, I waved away the topic, “Over my head, Josh.”Playing the long game with him. We’ll see.I.