Sunday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.
KELSEY A DEEP BREATH. She stared at the clear surface of the desk she'd set up at to make her phone calls. While she had her own office space with Baruti and Samuel, she hadn't wanted to be that far away from the girls. The building wasn't empty, but there were many fewer people there on the weekend.
She leaned forward and began dialing despite her rolling stomach.
A simple Google search and some translation had been more than enough to send her down a dark path.
She prayed she was wrong.
The line began to ring.
"Hola?" a woman's voice said on the other end of the line.
"Hello, is this Ms. Layla Silva Perez?"
"This is she," the same woman said. She had a melodic voice and a relaxed way of speaking that Kelsey found soothing.