Jillian Chantal

This week on Tuesday Tales it’s a picture prompt week. We’ve each chosen one of the pictures on offer to us as our inspiration. I’m still working on my thriller and have picked up where the hero is going to check out another place where some victims of human trafficking could be held.

We are each limited to 300 words.  Check out the other tales here and see what picture they chose and how they used it.

He called out to one of the men, an impossibly skinny guy who had the longest legs I’d ever seen. “Lou.”
The guy walked over, his gait reminiscent of a stork. “Bennett Harris. Should’ve known you’d have a hand in this. You’re like a one-man army on human trafficking.”
“More than one man, Lou. I have a great group I work with.” Ben turned to me. “This is an old Army buddy I’m trying to recruit as part of my team. Kevin Vickrey meet Lou Dodson.”
I gave a little wave. “Lou.”
Lou nodded and then tilted his head to the back. “Who’s your pal?”
“Name’s O’Keefe. We’re going for a little ride. No worries. I’ll have him back before you process this scene.”
“Not if we find another scene,” I said.
“My optimistic friend,” Ben said to Lou.
“Want me to send some men with you?” Lou asked.
“I’ll call if we find anything. I’m hoping O’Keefe isn’t just looking for a joyride.” Ben revved the engine. “Best be on our way.”
Lou stepped back and we turned left out of the clearing.
For a while it seemed as if O’Keefe was merely leading us on a merry chase but eventually, we made our way down a street in a sketchy area of a small town. Near the end of a street back behind some abandoned railroad tracks, there was a derelict building that was kind of cool looking as it had the old logo on the bricks still visible. It seemed as if the place was empty. Old plywood was in the windows and white paint that appeared to be years old was daubed on the outer part. There were no lights on and it was eerily dark and silent.

I took a deep breath and held it. Would I find Shannon in there?