"Thank you," she said after a long silence. Laura didn't know how to deal with these sort of situations between them. The last time they'd met, Jason was there to buffer any feelings that might have rushed her. Now, he was there supporting her. He didn't even ask why. He trusted her. It made her heart ache and she lifted a hand over her chest. She'd felt this feeling many times before, but she still didn't know how to properly react to it. Feelings were still something she was attempting to sort out, even though she had plenty of times to exercise the proper reactions.
"You should at least know what," she started. They could easily tear through things, together. They could probably clean up the entire East End in a matter of weeks if they put their mind to it, but that wasn't the goal. "You've read the paper," she said repeating to confirm the information that he'd given. There were tactical advantages to having him aboard. "They were transporting girls. The girls are being sold as prostitutes." Her voice seemed impassive, but her eyes betrayed her. The emotion that flashed in them was an intense mixture of anger and sadness. "Some of them do not even speak English."
There were no maps laid out on the kitchen table with mugs to keep the corners down. There was no fancy diagrams or laptops to show him what she knew. There weren't even notes. "It is a very secure network. One man leads me to another, but never a new group. I have not gotten far into the hierarchy. The one in the river was the man who gave orders to the ones I took out before. He has given me the location of his employer. That is where I will be going next." She knew that even if she took down this particular group, another would form. Even with that in mind, she could not sit back and do nothing.