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Bolan watched as the slides showed girls and women being led from seedy rooms by uniformed police. Stretchers were used to carry out the ones who couldn’t walk, either because they had been drugged or their abused bodies had rebelled.

“Kurti answers to this man, back home,” Brognola said as the next slide revealed an older man.

“Rahim Berisha,” the big Fed said. “Think of him as Albania’s Teflon Don. He’s got the best friends money can buy on both sides of the law. He’s been indicted seven times, but something always goes off track at the Ministry of Justice—paperwork misfiled, warrants thrown out on technicalities, witnesses disappear. You get the picture.”

Bolan wished he could study that face through a sniper scope. “So the job would be…”

“Shut them down,” Brognola stated grimly. “Wipe them off the face of the earth.”