"Where is your hand going?"

Tyler nodded and sat beside me, "Yea, I found the creep who bought the women from Mr. Anderson."

My brows shot up, "Really? Who is it?"

Tyler took out his phone, "Diego Monet, according to my intel. When Mr. Anderson said he sold some women I had some friends of mine do some digging."

I brought my fingers to my chin, "Monet is a french last name so obviously he's french, but...who the hell is he?"

Tyler continued to scroll through his phone, "His picture is somewhere in my phone, they sent it to me earlier this evening. All I know about him at the moment is that he's 21, apart from probably being a spoiled rich kid, he's nothing special."

I shook my head in disappointment, "Twenty-one years old and already living a life of crime. What is today's youth coming to?"

Tyler handed his phone to me, "Found it."

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as I looked at the picture. I covered my mouth, "Holy shit."