Ten minutes later, I had a muffin and a coffee in hand, and we started the interview again. She told of her baby being taken, being starved, then a new man showing up and taking her wolf. "I think he was supposed to kill me, but he took my wolf instead," she cried. "He knocked me out and that's when I was sent to the slave auctions."

"Slave auction?" Shit. We'd been looking for these people for years but had never found them. "Can I show you some pictures and see if this man who took your wolf is one of them?"

She nodded. I did the same exercise, except...