One month later...
The line of police cars arrived at the Liberators’ hangout in the middle of the night with their sirens screaming and lights flashing. With search warrants already in their hands, they didn’t take time to knock. Instead, the officers kicked down the front door and busted in with guns drawn.
“Police! Get your hands up!” they screamed as they charged from room to room, clearing the building. Three of the Liberators’ crew were passed out dead drunk in the main room, piled up on the ratty sofa and on the floor. They didn’t move or wake up when the cops entered the room. An assortment of drug paraphernalia, coke, and meth sat on the coffee table along with half-empty whiskey bottles. A big screen television was turned to a cable pay-per-view porn channel.
Two of the police officers quickly handcuffed the Liberators right where they snoozed while the other cops searched the adjoining rooms. It wasn’t until they reached a double-bolted locked door that they knew they’d hit the jackpot. The biggest cop in the group stepped forward and landed a strong kick to the area right below the doorknob. The wood splintered into pieces. A young girl inside the room screamed in terror.
“Shit! Look at this!” one of the cops said, rushing into the room.
Two frightened girls clad only in bras and panties huddled together on the floor in a corner. They looked to be no more than sixteen, clearly undernourished with visible track marks on their arms. Another teenage girl was tied spread-eagled to the bed. A professional video camera was set up on a tripod, with a cord running from the camera to a laptop on a small desk.
The policeman hastily untied the girl on the bed and helped her to sit up. “Who did this to you?” he asked.
She started shaking uncontrollably. “I can’t tell you,” she choked out. “He’ll kill me.”
“His name is Roy,” one of the girls in the corner whispered. “They call him Big Roy.”
The other cop knelt down in front of the girls on the floor. “You know his last name?”
The girls shook their heads reluctantly.
“What does he look like? Anything else you can tell us?”
“He’s really tall with reddish hair,” the same girl offered. “And he has a tattoo of a snake on his arm with his name.”
“Did he force you to have sex with him?”
They both nodded.
“With anybody else or just him?”
“Lots of men,” she said. “I don’t know their names. Sometimes he would videotape it. Other times a bunch of them would watch and take turns.”
The cop wiped his tired eyes and stood up. “Call dispatch and have them send a couple of the female officers out here to take these ladies to the hospital.” He turned back to the girls. “We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of. Big Roy will never hurt you again. You have any idea where he is now?”
“No,” the girl answered. “He was here earlier and said he’d be back. We were afraid to go to sleep.”
Another police officer walked into the room. “The building is clear. We didn’t find anyone else. Only the three guys out there.”
“If they can stand up, arrest them and take them out to the police cars. If not, drag those assholes out by their boots. If their heads happen to hit a few rocks on the way, then so be it.”