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Copyright © 2023 Liz Bradford

All rights reserved.

Stand on the Rock Publishing LLC

Lizbradfordwrites@gmail.com

Lizbradfordwrites.com

Print ISBN: 978-1-960692-00-9

Cover Design by Alyssa at Alyssa Carlin Designs http://www.alyssacarlindesign.com/

Comprehensive Edit by Teresa Crupmton at AuthorSpark, Inc. authorspark.org

Copy Edit by Sharyn Kopf https://sharynkopf.wordpress.com/

Scripture quotations are also taken from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016.
Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers.

Scripture quotations are also taken from Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica,
Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House
Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of
the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is
purely coincidental.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by
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 Contents

Letter to the Reader

Dedication
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven

8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen

18. Chapter Eighteen

19. Chapter Nineteen

20. Chapter Twenty

21. Chapter Twenty-One

22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four

25. Chapter Twenty-Five

26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
30. Chapter Thirty
31. Chapter Thirty-One
32. Chapter Thirty-Two
33. Chapter Thirty-Three

34. Chapter Thirty-Four

35. Chapter Thirty-Five
36. Chapter Thirty-Six
37. Chapter Thirty-Seven
38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
39. Chapter Thirty-Nine
40. Chapter Forty
41. Chapter Forty-One
42. Chapter Forty-Two
Keep in Touch

Also By Liz Bradford

Acknowledgments
About the Author
Keep in Touch

Also By Liz Bradford

Acknowledgments
About the Author
Letter to the Reader
Letter to the Reader
Dear Reader,

I imagine you’re as excited about reading this story as I was about writing it. If you’ve read the
first two books in this series (and if you haven’t, stop what you’re doing and read those first as this is
a continuing story), I bet you already love Gio and Morgan. And oh, you are about to love them even
more.
However, I must warn you, the content in this book is not easy. You already know much of what
Morgan’s life looks like, and it doesn’t get easier in the first half of this book. I have done my best to
handle the realities of the trafficking world with care and as tastefully as possible, but it is, frankly,
downright ugly.
Still, I am making a huge promise to you: stick with me through this story, feel free to skip areas
that are too heavy, but read to the end. It’s well worth it. Morgan will learn what true love—God’s
love—looks like by the end of the book, and you do not want to miss it!
My prayer for you, dear reader, is that as you read this book, you “may have strength to
comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the
love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God” (Romans
3:18-19).
Christ loves you so much He gave His life for you. He thinks you are worth dying for. And if you
believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Christ is Lord, you will be saved. If you don’t
know the saving power of Jesus, please reach out. Let’s talk. You can visit my website at
lizbradfordwrites.com/hope to find out more.
I truly hope you enjoy this story. I know I love it!
Happy reading!

Blessings,
Liz
Dear Reader,

I imagine you’re as excited about reading this story as I was about writing it. If you’ve read the
first two books in this series (and if you haven’t, stop what you’re doing and read those first as this is
a continuing story), I bet you already love Gio and Morgan. And oh, you are about to love them even
more.
However, I must warn you, the content in this book is not easy. You already know much of what
Morgan’s life looks like, and it doesn’t get easier in the first half of this book. I have done my best to
handle the realities of the trafficking world with care and as tastefully as possible, but it is, frankly,
downright ugly.
Still, I am making a huge promise to you: stick with me through this story, feel free to skip areas
that are too heavy, but read to the end. It’s well worth it. Morgan will learn what true love—God’s
love—looks like by the end of the book, and you do not want to miss it!
My prayer for you, dear reader, is that as you read this book, you “may have strength to
comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the
love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God” (Romans
3:18-19).
Christ loves you so much He gave His life for you. He thinks you are worth dying for. And if you
believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Christ is Lord, you will be saved. If you don’t
know the saving power of Jesus, please reach out. Let’s talk. You can visit my website at
lizbradfordwrites.com/hope to find out more.
I truly hope you enjoy this story. I know I love it!
Happy reading!

Blessings,
Liz
To the one who needs to hear God loves you.
You are worth dying for.
To the one who needs to hear God loves you.
You are worth dying for.
 Isaiah 43:1-3 (ESV)
…Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…

Romans 12:19 (ESV)

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance
is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.”

1 Corinthians 13:4, 7-8a

Love is patient, love is kind … it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always
perseveres. Love never fails.
 Isaiah 43:1-3 (ESV)
…Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…

Romans 12:19 (ESV)

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance
is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.”

1 Corinthians 13:4, 7-8a

Love is patient, love is kind … it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always
perseveres. Love never fails.
 Chapter One

HOMEMADE CHOCOLATE MUFFIN IN one hand and travel mug full of black coffee in the other,
Gio Crespi left the Jacobs’ farmhouse kitchen and headed to the living room where he’d left his keys
and wallet on the piano. He wasn’t ready to leave. He wanted to see Morgan again this morning, but it
wasn’t his place to stick around. He needed to get back to the office and question the suspect they had
in custody. After a shower.
Once Morgan and Jacq had finally gone upstairs last night, Gio and his best friend, Dylan, had
crashed on the downstairs couches. He didn’t exactly smell like Irish Spring. It’s a good thing that,
despite being totally exhausted, his mind had woken him up as if his alarm had gone off, right at six-
thirty.
Gio set the travel mug on the piano bench, snatched his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket.
He frowned. Something was missing. His keys. Had he left them in the car like a dork? After last
night’s events it was possible, although unlikely.
“Bad word.” Gripping the muffin gingerly with his teeth, he crouched and hunted for his keys on the
floor.
From the couch, Dylan grunted. “You might as well just swear. You sound ridiculous saying bad
word every time anyone else would drop a darn or such.”
Gio sat back on his heels and removed the muffin from his mouth. “Shut up.”
Dylan rolled onto his side. “And what are you doing?”
“My keys vanished. I’m sure I put them here with my wallet last night.”
Dylan swung his feet to the floor and sat up. “They couldn’t have gone far. They have teeth not legs.
Maybe they ate their way behind the piano.”
Gio rounded the side of the upright. No keys.
“Bupkis?”
 Gio nodded and stood. “I guess I’ll check the car.”
“It’s not like you to leave your keys in the car.”
“Nope, that’s your job.”
Dylan grunted.
Gio grabbed his coffee and strode outside. This didn’t make sense. He distinctly remembered
clicking the key fob to lock the SUV as he and Morgan walked up the path last night.
He quickly descended the front steps and rounded the corner.
He expected to see his blue Kia Sorento right there beside Dylan’s Dodge Charger. But it wasn’t.
His stomach dropped. Where on earth had his car gone?
Had Dylan pulled some stupid prank? No, he hadn’t had time for that. Plus, he was so focused on
er,
proposing to Jacq last night.
ys
Spinning around, Gio made for the front door. The sinking feeling worsened, as possibilities of
it
where his car was ran through his mind. He went inside.
ad
Jacq stood in the hallway at the opposite end of the front entryway, her face pale and brow pulled
taut.
ad
In unison, they both asked, “What’s wrong?”
at,
Gio shook his head. “You first. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s connected.”
x-
“Morgan is gone.”
His stomach found the bottom of the pit it had been plummeting to. “And I know how.”
et.
Jacq tilted her head.
ast
“My car is gone.”
Jacq stepped backward as if the words had hit her like a giant gust of wind.
he
Gio stood there unable to move.
Dylan came into the room. “Gone?”
ad
Gio and Jacq both nodded.
“But why?” Dylan opened his arm to Jacq. She slid under it and snuggled against his chest.
Gio thought he’d be ill. Why would Morgan leave? They could keep her safe. If her trafficker found
out how she’d helped the FBI yesterday, there was a good chance he’d kill her. Jacq, her friend
who’d been searching for her for years, was here giving Morgan all the support she could need. Why
gs.
run?
God, what is going on? What do we do? Protect Morgan. “Whatever the reason,” Gio said, “we
need to find her and my car.”
 “LoJack?”
“Of course not.”
“How many times have I—”
Gio put up a hand to stop his friend. “Don’t start. I’m going to call the local LEOs and put in a
edBOLO.”
Jacq gripped Gio’s arm. “For Morgan?”
“Only my car. If the car is spotted, I’ll request notification and label ‘do not engage.’ I don’t want
her to think she’s in trouble.”
Dylan let out a slow breath. “But she stole your car.”
on Gio said, “We’re assuming a lot. Did anyone check the barn? What if she went for a walk or
something?”
of “Then where’d your car go?” Jacq’s voice was tighter than a fully stretched rubber band.
Gio looked past Jacq and Dylan.
ed Bonnie Jacobs, their host, stood in the doorway, where Jacq had been a few moments ago. Her
arms hugged her plump body. “Something is wrong.”
Gio asked, “Have you seen Morgan this morning?”
She shook her head. “Oh dear. I heard someone up around four, but I assumed it was nothing more
than a trip to the restroom. Did she leave?”
Gio half-shrugged and told her about his car.
“Well, let’s look for her to be sure.” Bonnie took charge like any mother of five children would and
sent them all off in different directions.
As Gio walked toward the barn, he called Gabe, Bonnie’s son and a Knoxville police officer.
Gabe took charge of getting the BOLO out on Gio’s car.
Morgan was not in the barn. Or in the house. Or anywhere they looked on the property.
Dylan slapped Gio on the back when they met up at the house. “Let’s go to the office. Something
will come up with the BOLO.”
nd Gio spotted Jacq on the porch, saying goodbye to her three-year-old daughter. “How’s Jacq?”
nd Dylan raised his eyebrows. “Glad that Bonnie offered to keep Harper today.”
hy “Is Harper going to be all right with Jacq working after yesterday? The kid needs time to recover
from being held hostage.”
we “Jacq was pretty torn about leaving Harper. She wanted to bring her, but Aliza’s kids are coming
over, and Harper is super excited to play with them. I told Jacq she could stay back and we’d keep
 her in the loop, but with Harper safe and happy, there was no convincing Jacq to not look for
Morgan.”
Gio let out a dry chuckle. It’d been a stupid question. Of course they had it figured out. Still, Gio
aknew Harper needed her mom. Heck, he’d been on the outside, part of the rescue, and he could use
his mom right now too.
He glanced at his watch. She was probably still in bed. He’d have to call later.
nt “Let’s get to the office.” Dylan walked toward his car.
Gio followed, but his mind wandered in the other direction. What if they couldn’t find Morgan?
What if her trafficker found her first? What if she really was past saving from the trafficking life?
orHe’d seen it before. The normal world can be too much for someone who has experienced so much
trauma at another’s hands.

er

Morgan leaned her head on Gio’s steering wheel. She couldn’t believe she’d stolen his car. But she
rehadn’t had a choice, had she? She’d tried to sleep last night, but all she could see was Lily’s face.
Despite all the times she’d been jealous of her “wife-in-law,” as Ronan sometimes referred to them,
she still felt the need to watch out for the twenty-year-old girl.
nd Lily had been in Ronan’s grip since she was eighteen. He’d wooed her, then worked her, even
when she still lived at home on the other side of Knoxville. When Ronan convinced Lily to move in
er.with him, she didn’t know Rose and Morgan, or Daisy as Ronan had renamed her, already lived with
him. Morgan had been drawn to Lily like a sister. Really, she felt that way about all the girls who
lived in their house now, except maybe Celeste.
ng Celeste was one of the reasons Morgan was concerned about Lily. Celeste could be a bully.
Probably because she was trying to find her place among Ronan’s girls after her guy got himself
arrested. But regardless, Morgan didn’t like her.
She lifted her head and glanced over to her car, parked exactly where she’d left it last night when
ershe helped save Jacqui from that lunatic.
Taking in a deep breath, she tried to draw in the courage she needed to step back into her “normal”
nglife. She didn’t want to do this, but if she didn’t go home, the other girls, especially Lily, would
ep
orsuffer. She didn’t want to make Ronan mad. This was her lot, and she had to suck it up and deal with
it.
io Her breath shook as she released it. Fingering the cash she’d stolen from Gio’s wallet, she counted
seit. It was enough, barely, to keep her from getting a beating. She’d spent the last couple hours since
she left the Jacobs’ farm rehearsing the lines. Duke would owe her. Hopefully, he’d keep his word
about covering for her. Before she’d found so much money in Gio’s wallet, she had planned on calling
Duke and asking for cash.
n? Why did an FBI agent have so much cash? In small denominations too. Maybe Gio wasn’t as clean
e?cut as he looked. Did he frequent strip clubs or something? She didn’t want to know.
ch Yes, she did. Something about the man drew her in. She couldn’t explain it, but the force between
them was like the hottest electromagnet you could imagine. But he’d never want anything to do with
her. And if he did go to strip clubs, she didn’t want anything to do with him.
She scrounged around in his console and found an envelope and pen. Maybe she should write them
a note.
Jacqui and Gio,
he She scratched it out.
e. Gio, sorry I stole your car and money. I’m glad you found your car, but I needed the money. I
m,have things I need to take care of. I can’t explain it.
Jacqui, I’m sorry. I love you, friend. Don’t look for me anymore. I’ll find you again one day.
en Morgan put the pen back where she found it, swiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, and
inpropped the envelope between the steering wheel and the dashboard. After turning off the engine, she
thtucked the keys under the mat near the pedals, hoping Gio would find them there.
ho She slid out of the SUV and got into her own little coupe; well, not really hers. But whatever. She
shook her head. At least the police had left it, and it didn’t seem Ronan had found it.
ly. After grabbing her keys from inside the console, she found her phone in her purse. She had three
elfmissed calls. One from the agency that connected the girls with tricks, one from Duke, and one from
Lily. But no voicemails.
en Lily didn’t answer a call back.
But Duke did. “Daisy.”
l” “You called?”
ld “Are you all right?”
“Well, yeah. I’m fine.”
th He cleared his throat. “I’ve heard a lot of crazy things went down last night. And apparently we
had a delightful evening together.”
ed How did he know she’d used him as an alibi?
ce He chuckled. “Don’t worry. Ronan is none the wiser. I don’t know what you think you were doing,
rdbut he won’t suspect you had anything to do with Ezra’s arrest.”
ng Ezra? Ronan would be furious. Ezra worked under Ronan, and she wasn’t sure how all of it got
started, but some of the girls in the house belonged to Ezra. Still, Ronan took a large cut from them.
an “Not that I’m suggesting you did. Nor am I going to ask.”
“Really? You don’t want to know why you’re covering for me?”
en “Nope. Because I want you to know ... I was going to wait, but ... I want you to leave Ronan.”
th Her mouth went dry. She waited for him to say more. He’d made it clear she shouldn’t question
him.
m “I can give you a better life.”
There it was. Did he want her to be his personal sex slave? Or was he just another pimp? She’d
been around long enough to not fall for the “I love you” line.
“Daisy?”
.I “I’m not sure what to say.”
“Don’t say anything at all, but as soon as you’re ready, say the word, and Ronan will be a blot in
your past.”
nd “May I ask what you said to Ronan?”
he “That you couldn’t talk, and if he questioned me again he’d have hell to pay. That was around nine
last night. Didn’t hear from him again, so you should have the freedom to cover your tail in any way
henecessary. Unless you don’t want to go back to him now.”
She pondered his offer. But why? Why would she go with Duke if she wouldn’t even stay with
eeJacqui? Lily. She needed to get home.
m “Thank you, Duke. But I have to go.”
“That’s fine. Even if you aren’t ready to stay with me, I’d like to see you on Tuesday. At the hotel.”
“Yes, sir.” They said goodbye and hung up.
Morgan’s gut twisted into an unrecognizable mess. She started the car and drove. Three choices.
Jacqui? Duke? Ronan. She wished it really was a choice.
She drove toward Ronan.
we

ng,
At the FBI field office, Gio, with a quiet Dylan and Jacq beside him, pressed the elevator button.
otSeven a.m., and already this day was not turning out as planned.
Matt Olsen, one of their teammates, came up behind them. “What on earth? How do you get your
car stolen?”
Gio turned and shrugged.
Matt was in his running shorts and shoes with two water bottles strapped to his hips. Based on the
onsweat glistening from his forehead, he needed a shower as badly as Gio.
“It’s not like—”
Matt slapped his back. “Whatever. Just giving you a hard time. I’m here to help.”
’d When the doors slid open, Jacq and Dylan entered the elevator, followed by Matt. As Gio stepped
forward, his phone rang. He stopped. Was it something about Morgan?
Dylan reached out and held back the elevator door.
He answered. “Agent Crespi.”
in “Gabe here. I found your SUV.” Gabe gave Gio the address, and they hung up.
Gio was equal parts relieved and frustrated. Gabe hadn’t mentioned Morgan. Where was she if she
wasn’t with his car?
ne Dylan offered to take Gio.
ay “Please.” He met Jacq’s eyes. “I know you want to look for Morgan. But can you get Ezra up to an
interrogation room? I think he may know something.”
th Jacq nodded. “But we can’t let him know about Morgan.”
“Agreed.” There was too great a chance anything they said about her could get back to her pimp.
Matt nodded. “We’ll take care of it.”
” “Thank you.”
The elevator doors closed, and Gio and Dylan headed for the parking lot.
es. As they got in Dylan’s car, he asked, “How do you want to handle this? Are we going to a crime
scene?”
“No. I don’t care that she took my car, especially since it was found so quickly.”
“All right.” Dylan turned on the car and drove across town.
 When the GPS told them to turn down a familiar road, Gio’s lungs tightened. Of course. “She went
n.
back to her car. We never pursued how she’d arrived at the bar and grill last night.”
Dylan hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “Why didn’t we come here first?”
ur
Gabe’s squad car sat in the parking lot of a dentist’s office next door to the bar and grill, where
Scar had tried to kill Jacq less than twenty-four hours ago.
Gio asked, “You okay? And don’t pull a Jacq and say ‘if by okay ...’”
he
Dylan let out a terse chuckle but didn’t answer the question. Silently, he pulled up next to Gabe and
got out.
Gio exited the car and strolled past Gabe to his SUV. He reached for the handle.
“Gio, did you want it dusted?”
ed
Letting his hand hover over the handle, he glanced at Gabe and Dylan. “I don’t see why.”
Dylan stuffed his hands in his pockets. “We might be able to tag her in the system, so we get a call
if she turns up somewhere.”
Dylan had a point, but fingerprint dust would be a bear to get out of the light gray upholstery. “I’m
not pressing charges, so there’s no reason. Last thing she needs is to get associated with what went
he
down over there last night.” Gio gestured toward the abandoned restaurant.
With a shrug, Dylan turned and shuffled around the parking lot as if searching for clues.
Gio opened the door, and a piece of paper floated down from the steering wheel. He retrieved it
an
and read. “Money?” What money did she steal?
No.
He pulled his wallet out of his pocket. In the search for his keys he hadn’t even realized how thin it
felt. Zero cash remained. Zero of the thousand dollars he’d saved up over the last six months. Zero.
He deflated like a balloon beaten by a crazy child. He’d have to contact the lady from marketplace
and tell her he wouldn’t be able to buy the bedroom set after all. Seemed as if all his plans for today
had taken a flying nosedive off a cliff.
me
After balancing himself, he read the remainder of the note, even the part addressed to Jacq. Don’t
look for me.
This was going to stomp on Jacq’s already injured heart. His didn’t feel much better, and his skin
was barely in the game. Then why did it hurt so much? But wasn’t Morgan the very woman who had
 been on his heart for so many years?
“You don’t look so good.” Dylan appeared beside him.
Gio half-sat against the driver’s seat and handed Dylan the note.
Dylan’s eyes closed as he reached the end. “Think I can get away without showing this to Jacq?”
nt
“Not if you value your future marriage. And I’m pretty certain Jacq’s not going to acquiesce to
Morgan’s request.”
“Are you?”
re
“Nope. Then again, she didn’t ask me to not look for her.”
Dylan smiled and shook his head.
Gio turned and slid into the seat and banged his knees on the lowered steering wheel. Oh, how he
nd
would love to actually share his car with a woman, even if it meant whacking his knees every day.
“Did she leave your keys?”
“Good question.” He checked the obvious places: the visor, cupholders, console. Nothing. He
shifted to check beneath the seat and his foot hit a lump under the mat. “Found them.”
Gabe walked over. “Do you need anything from me?”
all
“I don’t … actually, would you mind checking with the dentist and see if they have surveillance
video they’d be willing to share without a warrant? It would help in our unofficial search for
m
Morgan.”
nt
“Can do. I’ll also see what I can pull up in my arrest history. She recognized me as having arrested
her in the past, so I’ll find what I can.”
“Thank you,” Dylan said. “Jacq will appreciate it.”
it
Gabe said farewell and left.
Gio mumbled under his breath, “So will I.”
“I heard that.”
it
“Whatever. Let’s get back to the office.” Gio closed the door and started the engine.
The vehicle had a slight hint of Morgan’s perfume. Deep inside, a painful twinge pinched at his
ce
very being. What was going on with him? Why did the mysterious woman from his dreams suddenly
ay
have a name and a tantalizing scent? Why was she gone?
Lord, please protect Morgan. Wherever she is headed, bring her back.
n’t

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been on his heart for so many years?
“You don’t look so good.” Dylan appeared beside him.
Gio half-sat against the driver’s seat and handed Dylan the note.
Dylan’s eyes closed as he reached the end. “Think I can get away without showing this to Jacq?”
“Not if you value your future marriage. And I’m pretty certain Jacq’s not going to acquiesce to
Morgan’s request.”
“Are you?”
“Nope. Then again, she didn’t ask me to not look for her.”
Dylan smiled and shook his head.
Gio turned and slid into the seat and banged his knees on the lowered steering wheel. Oh, how he
would love to actually share his car with a woman, even if it meant whacking his knees every day.
“Did she leave your keys?”
“Good question.” He checked the obvious places: the visor, cupholders, console. Nothing. He
shifted to check beneath the seat and his foot hit a lump under the mat. “Found them.”
Gabe walked over. “Do you need anything from me?”
“I don’t … actually, would you mind checking with the dentist and see if they have surveillance
video they’d be willing to share without a warrant? It would help in our unofficial search for
Morgan.”
“Can do. I’ll also see what I can pull up in my arrest history. She recognized me as having arrested
her in the past, so I’ll find what I can.”
“Thank you,” Dylan said. “Jacq will appreciate it.”
Gabe said farewell and left.
Gio mumbled under his breath, “So will I.”
“I heard that.”
“Whatever. Let’s get back to the office.” Gio closed the door and started the engine.
The vehicle had a slight hint of Morgan’s perfume. Deep inside, a painful twinge pinched at his
very being. What was going on with him? Why did the mysterious woman from his dreams suddenly
have a name and a tantalizing scent? Why was she gone?
Lord, please protect Morgan. Wherever she is headed, bring her back.
 Chapter Two

MORGAN WAS LATE. SHE didn’t mean to be, but hopefully it was close enough that Ronan
wouldn’t lose it. According to Duke, Ezra had been arrested. This could be bad.
She eased the front door open. The plan was to run upstairs and be out of her dress as fast as
possible and look like she’d been home and Ronan had missed her.
Holding the knob, she shut the door quietly behind her.
“You’re late.” Ronan was sitting on the stairs. Had he been waiting for her?
“I’m sorry. I—”
“Shut up. I don’t want your excuses.” He stood but still hadn’t looked at her, as if he was
distracted. “Where’s the money?”
She pulled Gio’s money out of her purse. “Duke’s going to pay me later, but you know he’s good
for it.” Ignoring the pain in her heart, she handed the wad of cash to Ronan.
He grabbed her chin and jerked her head side to side. “What happened to you?”
She’d practiced how to answer this question. “A trick wanted to play cat and mouse. I tripped and
hit my head on the counter. His EMT friend patched me up.”
“What’s he gonna want now?”
She took Ronan’s hand. “No worries. We’re all squared up. I’d have a little more money but paying
him for his services took time.”
“Fine.” He pulled his hand away. “Go shower and meet me in my room.”
Beneath a fake smile, she gritted her teeth. He wanted her to spend an entire night entertaining other
men and still expected her to perform for him too. But she played the part. “Absolutely.” Despite her
effort to make her voice sound chipper, it fell flat.
She skittered past him and up the stairs. Trying not to think about anything, she took a shower. After
donning a skimpy night gown, she strolled downstairs to Ronan’s master suite. The door was closed,
 so she knocked.
He opened the door and fingered the strap of her negligée. He laughed. Sliding his hand to her
upper arm, he gripped it and dragged her across the room toward the bed.
Iris, Ezra’s bottom girl, lay in Ronan’s bed, naked. She looked high and as if Ronan had been rough
with her.
Ronan let go of Morgan’s arm, strode across to Iris and slapped her. “Get out.”
“More?”
“Out.”
Iris got to her feet and staggered through the doorway.
Morgan couldn’t catch the question. “What was she doing in here?”
an
To her surprise, Ronan answered. “Ezra got himself arrested. That makes his girls mine. Get over
here.”
as
She obeyed.
He pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her neck. “Listen, Daisy.
Things are going to change around here.”
She played along and ran her hands down his bare chest.
“You aren’t to trust anyone but me. There’s someone out there spilling our secrets, and secrets are
as
supposed to stay in the family.”
She plastered on a smile, hoping he wouldn’t see the fear in her eyes. At least he didn’t seem to
od
know she was the one playing out of pocket.
He took her hands and pinned her arms above her head. “I need to know my girls are behaving
themselves, so we’re going to stick a little tighter now.”
nd
He released her arms and snatched something off the nightstand. A strip of rubber tubing.
“Of course, Ronan. You can trust me.” She tried to wiggle free.
He gripped her left arm. “I sure hope so. But this will help.” He tied the tube around her upper arm.
ng
She tried to pull away. “No, Ronan, please.”
He restrained her arm beneath his knee. “It has to be this way.”
She’d done heroin before and managed to get clean. She never wanted to do it again. She had to
er
fight. With her free hand, she pushed him.
er
He slapped her and gripped her hand. Stuffing it under himself, he sat firmly on her hips pinning her
arm between their pelvic bones.
er
Pain shot through her arm.
d,
 He grabbed a bottle and syringe. Plunging the needle in he pulled the clear liquid into the syringe.
er She tried to move, but his weight was too much for her to fight. “Ronan, please no.”
He ignored her.
gh “No, please. At least not that much. Please.” Her eyes blurred, but she couldn’t even wipe the tears
away.
After a prick to her skin, the cool liquid mixed with her blood. In the time she blinked, the drug
took effect.
Ronan leaned close to her ear and snapped the tubing free from her arm. “You are mine, Daisy.
Don’t forget that.” He got off of her and left the room.
She fought the euphoric feeling the drug caused in her brain and tried to cling to the pain of the
erslap, the squished arm, the heartache of leaving Jacq and the others.
“I’m sorry.”
Gio. Jacqui. God.
sy.

re
Gio strode down the third-floor hallway of the FBI field office toward the interrogation room, his
toheart growing heavier by the moment. His stream of prayers for Morgan hadn’t let up in the last
twenty minutes. Where was she? Was she okay? He was pretty sure she wasn’t, but he couldn’t
ngexplain why.
He opened the door to the interrogation room and entered a space surrounded by gray walls; the
one to the left held a two-way mirror. Matt stood in the corner with his arms crossed, still in his
running attire, having ditched the water bottle fanny pack.
m. Ezra Wayman, a young man around his mid-twenties, sat on the far side of the small metal table. He
didn’t look up as Gio took the chair across from him.
“I’m Agent Crespi, and I’d like to ask you a few questions about your involvement in last night’s
toevents and other such things.”
Ezra said nothing.
er “You’ve been read your rights, and you understand them, correct?”
Ezra gave the tiniest nod.
 “Why don’t we start with last night. How did Tim or Trent, however you knew him, talk you into
helping hold that family hostage?”
He shrugged one shoulder.
rs “Come on, man, you need to talk to me. You do know that little girl was my fellow agent’s daughter,
right? A feisty agent at that. Would you rather I have her come in here and talk to you?”
ug Ezra finally looked at Gio.
His eyes were the same shade of brown as his brother’s. Gio broke eye contact and pulled his pen
sy.and notepad out of his pocket. “Ed—I mean, Ezra. Is that your given name?” Heat flashed through
him. How could he have almost used his brother’s name for this lowlife?
he “Doesn’t matter.”
Gio met his eyes again. Maybe he needed to use a different tactic and treat Ezra like a victim rather
than a hardened criminal. “It does. Tell me who you are. You helped us last night by telling us the
name of the bar and grill.”
“My mom gave me the name, so that must be it.” Ezra seemed to relax a touch.
“How do you know Trent?”
“We work together.”
“You work at the law firm?”
his Ezra’s eyes widened.
ast Gio watched him carefully. “Oh, you mean his other job.” A fellow trafficker. His muscles tensed.
n’t Ezra glanced away and shifted in his seat. When he met Gio’s gaze again, his expression held a
touch of resolution. He leaned forward. “Look, I’d love to tell you all about everything, but that won’t
hesave my skin. I tell you what you want to know, I’m a dead man. So I don’t really have a choice but to
hiskeep my mouth shut.” He sat back again.
Gio studied the young man. “I can appreciate that.” It had been so hard for his brother to speak up
Heagainst the people who’d had a vise grip on his life. “But when you let people hold that kind of fear
over your life, if they aren’t hurting you, they’re hurting someone else. You want to live with that?”
t’s “I live my own life.”
“Do you? I can’t figure it out, Ezra.” Gio leaned back. “Are you a trafficker or are you being
trafficked?”
“Who says I’m not both?” His words hung with the weight of a thousand boulders.
Bingo. “How many girls do you have? Or do you prefer boys?” Bile rose in his throat at the
question.
to Ezra sat up straight and glared at Gio. “If I tell you, confess to all my sins, does that mean you lock
me up? Out of his reach?”
“Whose reach?” Was Ezra under the grasp of the same man Morgan was?
er, Ezra shook his head.
“If we take that snake down, he can’t strike you.”
“Cause sharing a cell with him would protect me. Look, I got brought into the game when I was
enonly a kid. I know how this goes. Those guys never go down for their crimes. Lock me up for mine
ghand live in peace with the fact I can’t turn into the same kind of monster he is.”
Gio searched his memory. What names had they heard over the last couple of months that could be
connected to Ezra? Morgan had mentioned Ezra’s name and Trent’s. There was another name. Her
ertrafficker. Ronan.
he Gio’s blood ran hot. “Does the name Ronan mean anything to you?”
A muscle in Ezra’s face twitched, but that was it.
Clenching and unclenching his hands, Gio leaned forward. “Who’s in charge? Who trafficked
you?”
Ezra pressed his lips together as if to keep his face emotionless.
“Come on, Ezra.” Gio’s blood pounded through his veins like a locomotive through a mountain
tunnel. “Tell me. Who is Ronan?”
“I don’t know who that is.” Ezra’s voice cracked.
a He knew. Rising slightly from his chair, Gio leaned heavily on the table, close to Ezra’s face.
n’t“Who do you hand your money to?”
to His lips were now clamped shut. He shook his head.
“Give me his name and address, and I’ll go take care of him. Once and for all.”
up The door behind Gio swung open. “Crespi.” Warren, their team’s agent-in-charge, stepped to the
arside of the door. “Out.”
Gio looked back at Ezra, hoping to see any indication he wanted to tell him the truth.
Unflinching, the man stared back at him.
ng Gio stalked past Warren and left the interrogation room. Rage boiled beneath the surface. He
needed to find out who Ronan was and who had forced Ezra to become what he was now, but Gio
couldn’t do that from the hallway. He spun toward Warren.
he “You’re done in there. What’s got you so hot about this? We know what he’s guilty of. We need to
process him and pass it off to the DA.”
ck “There are bigger—”
“And we can catch ’em and fry ’em later. Right now we have to clean up our own house. One of
our own was consorting with these scumbags. That entire team needs to be interviewed …” Warren’s
sentence continued, but Gio didn’t hear it.
What if Ezra was the key to finding Morgan?
as “Crespi.”
ne “Sir, at least let me take him back to lock-up.”
“No. You just laid out a threat. You aren’t going anywhere near anyone who will wind up putting
beyou in jail. Go to your desk and—wait, better yet, convince Harris and Sheppard to go home. She
ershouldn’t be here today.”
Warren went into the interrogation room, leaving Gio alone in the hall.
The door both literally and figuratively closed in his face. What was he supposed to do now?
Convincing Jacq to leave with no more information was going to be an impossible task.
ed

in
Jacq picked up a throw pillow off her couch and eased down to the squishy cushions. Ever since
Morgan had disappeared this morning, Jacq had been trying to ignore the pain from all her injuries,
e.but five hours was the longest she could possibly ignore them. How was it still Friday morning?
So much and so little had happened. They had no idea where Morgan ran off to. Did she go back to
her trafficker, or did she run completely?
“Water or milk?” Gio asked from the kitchen, where he and Dylan poked around trying to find
hesomething to eat.
“Water would be marvelous.”
Gio filled a glass and handed it to Dylan, who brought it over with a bottle of pills.
“You read my mind.” She reached out and took Dylan’s offerings.
He “You should eat something too.”
io Gio said, “Pancakes?”
Jacq swallowed two ibuprofen. “My soul would appreciate the carbs. You cooking?”
to “Only if you have everything I need.”
“The just-add-water protein pancake mix is in the cupboard to the left of the microwave.”
 “Got it.”
of Dylan settled on the couch next to Jacq. “Think your hand will be healed enough to sign the papers
n’son the house in a month and a half?”
She studied her right hand, wrapped and splinted from the boxer’s fracture she’d gotten by hitting
the window of the freezer she’d been locked in. “With Morgan missing, how—”
“Jacq, she’s the whole reason you’re pursuing the home for freed women.”
“I know, but—”
ng “Nope. None of that.” He took her hand and fingered the engagement ring with a princess-cut
hediamond flanked by two rubies.
“I can’t even think about wedding plans right now,” she said. “I just want to be married.”
“I’m fine with eloping.”
w? She looked away from him and stared at nothing.
“But I’m also fine with waiting. Let’s find Morgan and then get married.”
“I’m so confused about what I want.”
“So not too much has changed since yesterday.”
She pulled her hand away and swatted his chest.
He laughed.
ce It was contagious, so she giggled too, but her rib protested. She moaned. “Bad idea. No laughing.”
es, Dylan slid his arm along the back of the couch. “Take it easy.”
“That ranks up there with the stupidest things you’ve ever said.” She shifted closer to him and
tosnuggled against his side.
“We’ll find her.” The confidence in Dylan’s voice soothed her soul, but she didn’t feel the same.
nd “I’ve been telling myself that for thirteen years.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t have that guy helping.”
Jacq looked over at Gio. The man was a force to be reckoned with. She’d been on the other side of
the two-way mirror when he’d interviewed Ezra. The veins in his entire body had seemed to bulge.
“Why is he so invested? Because of the dreams? Or is there something else?”
“That’s his story to tell.”
“So more.”
Dylan nodded.
She laid her head on his shoulder and let her mind wander. Because she was confident Harper was
safe, well cared for, and would be dropped off in about an hour, the next natural thought was of
 Morgan. Why had she left? Jacq’s entire being hurt with the heartache. They’d had such a wonderful
rstime reconnecting yesterday evening. Had Jacq missed something because of her own excitement?
What could possibly have lured Morgan away?
ng Jacq’s phone buzzed with a new text message. She retrieved her phone from the coffee table and
opened the messaging app.
Nate Zalman.
Her heart dropped into the basement of the apartment building.
ut Dylan looked over her shoulder. “Who’s that?”
“Morgan’s brother.”
Gio lifted his head.
Jacq stared at her phone. “I haven’t heard from him in years.”
Gio asked, “What’s the message say?”
She read it aloud. “I know it’s been a long time since we’ve been in contact, but I wanted to see
how you are. This is still Jacq Schumer-Sheppard’s phone, right?”
She dropped the device to her lap. “What do I tell him? ‘I saw your long-lost sister, but she ran off
again’? I can’t tell him that.”
Gio gripped the towel in his hands. “I know nothing about this guy, but if you’ve stayed in contact,
it might be worth telling the truth. Is he a believer?”
Jacq nodded.
nd “Morgan could use all the prayer support she could get.” Gio was wringing the towel like it was a
chicken’s neck.
Dylan said, “That towel’s gonna need prayers too.”
Gio tossed it at him.
Jacq ignored the guys and picked up her phone. “I was so excited to message Nate and tell him I
offound her. I didn’t do it last night because I didn’t think there was a rush, and I didn’t know if she’d be
ge.ready for them to know, but now ...”
She texted Nate back. This is still Jacq. I actually have news and was going to text you, but it’s
not as good news as I’d hoped. Can we talk on the phone sometime soon?
Now works.
God was going to have to give her the words because she was at a loss, but Nate deserved to be
astold.
of “I’m going to my room to call him. Let me know when the food is ready.”
 ul “Guess I shouldn’t burn it then.” Gio rushed back to the kitchen.
nt? Jacq slowly stood and left the room. She sat on the edge of her bed and prayed for strength before
dialing Nate’s number.
nd He answered, and they exchanged “hellos.”
“It’s been too long,” she said.
“I heard about your husband. I’m sorry.”
“Has it really been over four years since we talked?” Jacq couldn’t believe it. Almost four years
since she lost her husband in the apartment fire that almost claimed her life and left her with scars on
her back. “I was pregnant when Sean died. I have a daughter.”
“Congratulations.”
She told him about Dylan and their engagement.
Nate updated her about his wife and kids, then said, “Jacq, you didn’t want to talk on the phone just
eeto catch up. What’s going on?”
Nate had mostly given up hope of ever finding Morgan alive years ago, so she wasn’t sure how
offhe’d take the news. “Morgan’s here in Knoxville. At least she was last night.”
Nate was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure it was her?”
ct, “One hundred percent.” Jacq told him the short version of how Morgan had been helping them, and
how she saved Jacq’s life.
She went on to tell him how Morgan left that morning.
a “You’ll find her again.” His voice held more confidence than she’d heard from him in thirteen
years.
“I hope you’re right.”

mI
be

t’s

be
 “Guess I shouldn’t burn it then.” Gio rushed back to the kitchen.
Jacq slowly stood and left the room. She sat on the edge of her bed and prayed for strength before
dialing Nate’s number.
He answered, and they exchanged “hellos.”
“It’s been too long,” she said.
“I heard about your husband. I’m sorry.”
“Has it really been over four years since we talked?” Jacq couldn’t believe it. Almost four years
since she lost her husband in the apartment fire that almost claimed her life and left her with scars on
her back. “I was pregnant when Sean died. I have a daughter.”
“Congratulations.”
She told him about Dylan and their engagement.
Nate updated her about his wife and kids, then said, “Jacq, you didn’t want to talk on the phone just
to catch up. What’s going on?”
Nate had mostly given up hope of ever finding Morgan alive years ago, so she wasn’t sure how
he’d take the news. “Morgan’s here in Knoxville. At least she was last night.”
Nate was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure it was her?”
“One hundred percent.” Jacq told him the short version of how Morgan had been helping them, and
how she saved Jacq’s life.
She went on to tell him how Morgan left that morning.
“You’ll find her again.” His voice held more confidence than she’d heard from him in thirteen
years.
“I hope you’re right.”
 Chapter Three

GIO CAME BACK TO his desk after a briefing Monday afternoon. Sabrina Fritz had been chosen to
fill the hole left by Lawrence Levelle. It would be strange not having Sabrina on their team, but she
had worked hard for a supervisory position for many years, and Gio had no doubt she would make an
excellent special agent-in-charge.
He began sketching on a pad of scratch paper next to the paperwork he was supposed to be
working on. Morgan’s profile took shape. He’d had another dream last night, and he didn’t dare tell
Jacq about it. It wasn’t good and woke him up and left him unable to go back to sleep at four in the
morning.
In the dream, Morgan had been running but not moving. Attacked by drugs and men. Hurting and
scared.
It had been brief, but it didn’t need to be long to leave him praying down heaven for her.
“You aren’t focused.” Warren came up behind him.
“No. Sorry, sir.”
His boss propped his hip up against Gio’s desk and pointed at the sketch.
Gio handed it to him.
“Who is she?”
The team had talked about letting Warren the rest of the way in on the details of their informant.
They decided he should know if he asked for more than what their generic reports had given. He’d
just asked.
“Our informant.”
“I thought y’all never saw her face.”
“We did, finally.”
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Bunnett and Corpe, 26, Lombard-street, where orders are also received. Fairs
and Co. are also Manufacturers of the Improved Zinc Sashes, now so
extensively used for Churches and other buildings, which supersede the use of
copper, at a much less cost, and in which the most elaborate designs may be
executed.

WILLIAM SUGG AND CO., No. 19, Marsham-street, Westminster, BRASS and
IRON FOUNDERS, GAS ENGINEERS and FITTERS, Makers of Improved
Patent Gas Meters, Manufacturers of every description of plain and ornamental
bronze, brass and iron work, for OIL or GAS. Fan lights, passage and lantern,
plain or ornamented, Wholesale, Retail, and for Exportation. Casting for the
Trade.
BIRD’S EYE MAPLE PLANKS, lying in the West India Docks, for sale in any
quantity: also a Case of very superior Satin-wood Veneers. Apply, prepaid, W.,
340, Strand, London.

THE PATENT FIRE PUMP AND ANTI-FRICTION PUMP.—They are both simple
and cheap, and not so likely to get out of repair as the common Pump. The Fire
Pump combines, without any alteration, the common domestic Pump, the Lifting
Pump, and the Force Pump. The Fire Pump is adopted by her Majesty’s Board
of Works, and one is fixed in the House of Commons. Patent Water-closets,
Portable ditto, Self-acting ditto, &c. &c.
Freeman Roe, Plumber, Engineer, &c., 70, Strand, opposite the Adelphi
Theatre.

SMITH’S PATENT IMPROVED WATER-CLOSET combines all the requisites

considered indispensable to form a perfect machine of this nature. In its action it
is rapid, certain, and complete; simplicity of construction (the want of which in
every other kind has been the fruitful and constant source of so much perplexity)
is the distinguishing characteristic of Smith’s Patent Improved Water-Closet.
The value of these Closets has been confirmed, after the severest tests in
which they could be subjected, by persons holding important situations in
various public institutions, and must be considered conclusive in a matter so
nearly affecting the comfort and convenience of the establishments under their
care. Such is the confidence of the Patentee in the completeness of this
invention, that he distinctly holds himself responsible for the perfect action of
every Closet fixed under his own superintendence, and undertakes to remove,
free of expense, any that may be found not to fulfil the conditions of his
prospectus.
⁂ See “Mechanic’s Magazine” of Sept. 17th, 1842.
Prospectuses and Testimonials may be had of the Patentee, T. SMITH,
Plumber, Northampton; or Hayward, Tyler, and Co., Brass-founders, 85, Upper
Whitecross-street, St. Luke’s, London.
 PATENT PERRYIAN PENS.
PRICES ACCESSIBLE TO ALL WRITERS.
James Perry & Co., Manufacturers to Her Majesty and H.R.H. Prince Albert.
Have just introduced a new variety of their excellent Metallic Pens, in boxes
containing one gross, &c., in cases containing a quarter of a hundred, and on
cards; all of which are manufactured under the protection of their Patents,
suitable for every description of writing, and superior to all the ordinary Steel
Pens in general use. J. P. & Co. strongly recommend Bankers, Merchants,
Exporters of Metallic Pens, and all large buyers to make trial of these articles, in
the full confidence they will be found to possess more of the necessary elasticity
for the production of good writing than any other Pens at a similar price.
Pens in Boxes.

DOUBLE PATENT LARGE BARREL PENS, in Boxes,

containing one dozen with Holder, or in Boxes of three
dozen each, Fine or Medium Points.

DOUBLE PATENT SMALL BARREL PENS, in Boxes, containing

one dozen with Holder, or in Boxes of three dozen, six
dozen, or twelve dozen each, Fine or Medium Points.

DOUBLE PATENT PENS, No. 2, in Boxes, containing three

dozen, six dozen, or twelve dozen each, with Fine, Medium,
or Extra Fine Points.

CURVE-CUT PENS, in Boxes, containing three dozen, six

dozen, or twelve dozen each, with Fine or Medium Points.

Pens on Cards.

DOUBLE PATENT LARGE BARREL PENS, with Fine or Medium Points.—

Nine Pens with Holder.
DOUBLE PATENT SMALL BARREL PENS ”
CURVE-CUT PENS ”

Pens in Cases containing a Quarter Hundred, with Holder.

DOUBLE PATENT PENS, No. 2, with Fine or Medium Points

RAVEN BLACK PENS No. 2, ”
 BRONZE PENS No. 2, ”

The Following Sorts of the Perryian Pens, manufactured by James Perry &
Co., are Sold on Cards as Usual.

s. d.
RAVEN BLACK PENS, with Fine or Medium Points per Card 1 0
NATIONAL PENS, Nos. 1, 2, 3, & 4, with Fine or Medium Points ditto 1 0
OFFICE PENS ditto 1 0
FINE OFFICE PENS ditto 1 0
NATIONAL PENS, Nos. 7 and 8, with Fine or Medium Points ditto 1 6
DOUBLE PATENT PENS, with Fine, Medium, Broad, or Extra ditto 2 0
Fine Points
UNDER SPRING PENS ditto ditto 2 0
FLAT SPRING PENS ditto ditto 2 0
SIDE SPRING PENS ditto ditto 2 0
THREE-POINTED PENS ditto 2 0
ELASTIC FOUNTAIN PENS, with Fine, Medium, Broad, or ditto 2 6
Extra Fine Points
INDIA-RUBBER SPRING PENS, ditto ditto 2 6
REGULATING SPRING PENS ditto ditto 2 6
ELASTIC HOLDER, with appropriate Pens ditto ditto 2 6
FOUNTAIN PENS ditto ditto 3 0
SCHOOL PENS, for Large, Round, or Small Hand, per Packet 2 0
N.B.—Each Card and Packet contains NINE PENS, with suitable Holder.
DRAWING and MAPPING PENS, per Card of Six Pens, with Holder 3 6
LITHOGRAPHIC PENS ditto 3 6

PATENT PERRYIAN ELASTIC HOLDER.

The Elastic Holder is so constructed as to impart an agreeable softness and
flexibility to the Pen, rendering it so unconstrained in its action as not to fatigue
the hand. This Holder facilitates the progress of the Pen over every description
of paper. It may be had with the Perryian Pens, at an advance of Threepence
per Card; or separately, at Threepence each. Each Holder is stamped with the
words “Patent, Perry, London.”

PERRYIAN LIMPID INK.

This Ink has a flowing property peculiar to itself, and does not corrode Metallic
Pens as other Inks.—In Bottles, 6d., 1s., and 2s. each.
 BLACK INK POWDER, 6d. and 1s. per Packet.
LIMPIDUM, for neutralising the ill effects of the usual Inks, when used with
Metallic Pens, Sixpence per Packet.
Writing Paper; Silver, Albata, and other Pen-Holders and Pencil-Pen Cases,
adapted to the Perryian Pens, at the usual Prices.
⁂ £20 Reward will be given, on
conviction, for information of any
Person or Persons infringing any of
the Proprietors Patent Rights.
☞ Sold by all Stationers and
Dealers in Metallic Pens, and at the Manufactory, 37 Red Lion Square, London.

DOUBLE PATENT PERRYIAN FILTER

INKSTAND.
JAMES PERRY and Co., Manufacturers to Her Majesty and H. R. H. Prince
Albert,
Having effected considerable improvement in their FILTER INKSTAND, have
now the pleasure to announce that a Second Patent has been granted to them
for such improvement, which they have united with their First Patent, under the
title of “DOUBLE PATENT PERRYIAN FILTER INKSTAND.” The eulogy
bestowed on the Patent Filter Inkstand by the public journals, and the
preference obtained for them over the common Inkstands, were almost
unprecedented. The present novel and scientific method of supplying Clear Ink
to the Dipping Cup, and returning it into the reservoir, is exceedingly simple, the
action being now performed by merely lifting up the lid to obtain a supply, and
shutting it down to withdraw it; in this state it is protected from dust or other
injury in any place or climate. When the Inkstand is filled, it is always ready for
use, and the writer will have a regular and daily supply of Clear Ink for four or six
months.
 No. 1. No. 2. No. 3. No. 4.

No. 5. No. 6. No. 7. No. 4½.

TESTIMONIALS.
It possesses the advantage, from being air-tight, of preserving Ink for almost
any period of time.—Times.
One of the most useful inventions of the present day that has come under our
observation.—Morning Herald.
It is really most ingenious, and not in the slightest degree liable to get out of
order.—John Bull.
Very ingeniously constructed to keep the surface of the Ink at a uniform level,
where it is presented to the dip of the Pen.—Morning Post.
We have tested the PERRYIAN INKSTAND, and have every reason to be
perfectly satisfied with the trial.—Atlas.

PATENT PERRYIAN GRAVITATING

INKSTAND.
 As Cheap as the Common Inkstand.
This neat and novel invention is exceedingly well adopted for general use; it
preserves the Ink in great perfection for months together, without the trouble of
refilling; it excludes dust, &c., and at any moment the writer is supplied with Ink
in the most perfect state.
The Patentees strongly recommend it to the notice of Bankers, Merchants,
Solicitors, Government Offices, Public Companies, Shops, Schools, &c., as a
great improvement over the ordinary Inkstand, both as regards convenience,
and considerable saving of Ink. This Inkstand will be found invaluable in keeping
the Ink always clear and fit for use in every climate. It is of a cylindrical form,
with a gravitating action, adjusted so as to supply the Dipping Cup with Ink,
which can be returned into the Cylinder when not in use. Economy, cleanliness,
and usefulness are secured by it, and it cannot get out of order.

No. 1. No. 3. No. 2.

☞ Sold by all Stationers and Dealers in Metallic Pens, and at the Manufactory,
37, Red Lion Square, London.
 “THE BUILDER.”
THE BUILDER.—This Journal will be exclusively devoted to the
interests of Builders, by which term must be understood all that
numerous and wealthy portion of persons connected directly or
indirectly with Building. It will partake of the character of a Trade
Journal or Magazine, and also fulfil the objects of a Weekly
Newspaper, by giving a faithful and impartial abstract of the News of
the Week. The Conductors will not discuss the question of general
Politics, nor will they enter upon Political disquisition at all, unless
any measure should be proposed affecting the class whose interests
they will always support and defend. Upon such occasions, and
upon such occasions only, will their paper be political. It will be of no
party, unless, indeed, the advocating the true interests of all classes
connected with the Building Business, from the Labourer to the
Architect, can be so considered. A portion of
“THE BUILDER”
will be occupied by Essays on the Building and Furnishing Arts in all
their various and numerous branches. It will contain the designs of
Ancient Buildings and Works, and of those of our own day—not
mere pictures or views from which nothing is to be learnt, but plans,
sections, &c., which, while they will be rendered perfectly intelligible
to workmen of ordinary information, it is hoped will not be below the
notice of the Architect and the Amateur.
When we consider how numerous and important is the class to
whose interests this Journal is dedicated; a class of British Artisans
numbering at least half a million; a class whose trade-education
distinguishes them in intellect, knowledge, and wealth, it can only
form matter of surprise, that while the Clerical, Medical, Legal,
Military, and Naval, the Artists and Literati, and other classes have
their public organs of opinion and information; while the Gardeners
and Agriculturists, Railway and Commercial and Banking Companies
have each their mouth-piece and record; the religious sects, and all
Politicians their special advocates that this most numerous, most
intelligent, and most wealthy, should have so long remained without
this bond of the Press; to instruct and inform, to disseminate
knowledge as to discoveries and inventions, to advertise wants, and
form for it a general nucleus of strength, light, and union.
Amongst the Tradesmen, Manufacturers, &c. who are particularly
interested in
“THE BUILDER,”
both as a medium for obtaining information, and for Advertising their
own productions and requirements, we may enumerate the following:
—

Architectural Authors and Publishers

Asphalte Companies
Artificial Stone Manufacturers
Auctioneers and Agents for Buildings, Land, Timber Sales, &c.
Bath, Portland, Granite, Yorkshire, and other Stone Merchants
Brass Fender, Rods, Plate, &c. Manufacturers
Brass Founders
Blind Makers, Venetian and others
Booksellers
Bent Timber Manufacturers
Brokers, Consignments, Sales, &c.
Bronzists
Builders’ Cards and Advertisements
Building Material Dealers
Carpet Warehouses
Carvers
Cabinet Makers
Chimney-piece Manufacturers
Cement Manufacturers
Carriers, Canals, and Vans
Clerks of Works and their Employers
Clock Makers and Bell Founders
Coppersmiths and Braziers
Contractors and Contracts
Drawing Schools, Academies, and Schools of Design
Engineers and Workmen
Estate and House Agents
Fender Makers
Founders and Furnishing Ironmongers
Fire-proof Materials
Fencing,—Iron, Wood, or Stone
Foremen wanted
Glass and Lead Merchants
” Manufacturers, Plate and Stained
Gas Fitters, &c.
Grindstones, &c.
Houses of Call
Insurance Companies
Iron and Steel Merchants
Iron and Tin Plate Workers
Iron Bedstead Makers, Safes, &c.
Land Jobbers, and Sales for Building, &c.
Lamp Manufacturers
Lath Renders
Lead Merchants
Lime Merchants and Burners
Locksmiths and Bellhangers
Lock Manufacturers
Loan Societies
Mathematical Instrument Makers
Machine Makers, Engines, &c.
Metallic Sash Makers—Springs, &c.
Mechanics’ Institutions
Mechanical Instrument Makers
Millwrights and Millstones
Modellers and Carvers
Marble Workers—Chimney-piece Manufacturers
Nail Merchants
Oven Builders
Paint and Colour Merchants
Papier Maché Manufacturers
Paviours
Picture Frame and Gilt Moulding Makers
Patents—Patent Agencies, &c.
Plasterers and Plaster of Paris
Pump Makers, &c.
Pencil Makers
Prices Current—Timber, Lead, Iron, &c.
Publishers, Printers, &c.
Railway Companies
Registration of Designs
Roman Cement Makers
Sales—Timber, Land, Houses, &c.
Scagliola Manufacturers
Saw Mills, Sawing, Saw Makers
Stone Quarries and Merchants
Slate do. do.
Staffordshire Tiles, Bricks, Pipes, &c.
Ships—Imports, Exports, Emigration, &c.
Steam Engines, and Boiler Makers
Stove Grate Makers
Tool Makers
Turners
Ventilating and Warming Buildings
Upholsterers
Wire Drawers and Workers
Water Closet Makers
Wood Paving Companies
Wood Letters
Window Blind Makers—Transparent, &c.
Workmen wanted
Zinc Manufacturers, and Door-plate Makers
Zincography and Artists
 The following presents a list, taken from the census of 1831, of the
building and connected classes in Great Britain only, and of these
only the male adults of 20 years old and upwards:—

Architects and Engineers—No number given.

Agents—None given.
Auctioneers 2,823
Bricklayers 29,653
Brickmakers 10,184
Builders 5,204
Carpenters 103,238
Cabinet Makers 21,774
Carvers and Gilders 2,854
Chair Makers 802
Ironmongers and Ironfounders 10,411
Land Jobbers 651
Lime Burners 3,122
Masons or Wallers 49,159
Marble Cutters 1,732
Nailors 1,882
Painters 15,653
Plumbers and Glaziers 11,999
Plasterers 9,683
Sawyers 19,181
Slaters 4,539
Turners 5,905
Upholsterers 2,932
Undertakers 1,121
314,502

To which, if we add for Ireland, for apprentices and increase of

population, we shall have a number probably far exceeding half a
million!
That this description of paper has been long a desideratum, is
evinced by the history and character of the associations of years
past. The struggles on the part of masters and men, and the attitude
taken by the public towards both, required an interlocutor of this
nature to promote a good understanding, and to secure equity and
justice to all. With such an auxiliary, what waste of time and funds
had been avoided—what noble projects carried out—what petty
strife suppressed—what distractions kept down. Our dignity would
have been maintained, and our cause ennobled.
But more than this. How many of the claims of humble merit have
slept in this interval for the want of a friendly expositor, or a common
vehicle of publicity? And how many valuable inventions have
languished wanting encouragement, or died still-born in the obscurity
of their birth? How many toilsome wanderings of the artisan in
search of employment might have been avoided?—how many
common benefits have been withheld?—How frequently the hand of
brotherly charity undirected, and the worthy object frustrated of its
aid? In the glut of work in one quarter and its scarcity in another, how
promptly would
“THE BUILDER”
have adjusted the balance? Its columns at all times open to inquiries,
and the office for reference, would have solved many difficulties, and
facilitated many purposes of good.
But “better late than never.” The present effort will be under the
chief conduct of one who, from his experience and practice, has
derived means and opportunities of knowing the wants, and
understanding the interests, of the class to whom he has the honour
to belong. And it will be the object at all times to enlist in behalf of
this enterprise the talent and services of all superior minds and
zealous hearts in the various kindred professions.
The paper will be of a convenient size for being bound as a book,
and so that the essays and illustrations may be separated and
preserved. As before stated in respect of the political department,
the Editor will endeavour to steer clear of partizanship. But times
may arise when a fearless advocacy of trade interests will require
him to oppose or support the party in power; on such occasions he
will claim for himself the right to assert his views, and those of his
class, in a manly and temperate manner.
The illustrations will consist of views, plans, elevations, and
sections of ancient and modern buildings, and of parts of buildings,
so as effectually to describe their peculiar excellencies;—of working
drawings and diagrams for the carpenter, mason, cabinet-maker, &c.
&c.;—designs of manufactured articles and implements used in
building;—of improved associations and architectural arrangements,
whether in the cottage or the mansion, the villa or the palace, in the
farm, the village, and the city; in short, there will be no subject in art
or science connected with building and the furnishing of buildings
that will not be sought after to be introduced here.
As a medium of Advertisements, its merits will be obvious: the list
already given comprehends a large number of those to whom such a
paper as this offers always the only proper vehicle. But there are
many besides to whom it will be a welcome organ. In the matter of
contracts for building, of business to be disposed of or sought after,
of workmen wanted or seeking employment, and in all such
pertaining to the class of builders and cabinet makers, it will at once
form a perfect scheme of publicity, thereby encouraging many to
advertise, in the certainty of their advertisements being read, and
many to read in the same certainty of finding an answer to their
wants.
All communications to be addressed to the Editor of “The
Builder,” No. 2, York-street, Covent Garden.

TESSELLATED PAVEMENT.—WYATT, PARKER, and CO.

respectfully call the attention of the Public to their Specimens of
Tessellated Pavement which may be seen at Albion Wharf, Holland-
street, Surrey Foot of Blackfriars-bridge.
The Tesseræ for forming this Pavement or Flooring, being
composed of similar material to that used in the manufacture of
porcelain, and highly vitrified, are imperishable. They can be had of
any size and form, from cubes of a quarter of an inch, and with the
colours burnt throughout the entire body. If required, they may be gilt
similar to those on the tombs of Edward the Confessor and Henry
the Third. They are prepared to execute designs for these floors, or
to dispose of the small Quarries or Tesseræ by the gross, to such
persons as may wish to execute their own floors. These Tesseræ
may be united on the floor with Roman Cement, Lime, and
Pozzolano, Plaster of Paris, or most of the Cements now in use; or
prepared in slabs, and laid with the same facility as Portland Stone
paving.

ENCAUSTIC or INLAID ORNAMENTAL TILES, for paving churches,

halls, corridors, &c.—WYATT, PARKER, and Co. beg to acquaint the
public that they are now prepared to execute PAVEMENTS with
these beautiful tiles, manufactured in imitation of the best ancient
examples from the Chapterhouse, Westminster, Winchester
Cathedral, Romsey Church, Great Malvern, &c. Being made of the
famous red Staffordshire clay, they are of a less porous body than
the ancient tiles, consequently are more durable, and will bear the
roughest usage to which a foot-pavement can be subject, and are
therefore more economical than any of the marbles and stones now
in use for similar purposes. W. P., and Co. also have a great variety
of other tiles of various colours for flooring, and white glazed tiles for
the sides of stoves, dairies, baths, &c. Specimens may be seen at
Wyatt, Parker, and Co.’s wharf, Holland-street, Surrey Foot of
Blackfriars-bridge.

ARTISTS, PRINTSELLERS, and Others are respectfully informed

that C. F. Brelefeld has formed a large Collection of new and elegant
Designs for Picture Frames in the Improved Papier Maché. The
superiority of these Frames consists in their having all the effect of
old carved work; many patterns represent exactly the finest carvings
of the 17th century. The small parts are far less liable to injury than
putty work. Papier Maché being a remarkably tough and hard
substance, it never shrinks, and takes gilding very freely; the frames
do not weigh one quarter the weight of others, and the price is below
that usually charged.
Many specimens are now on view at C. F. Brelefeld’s Papier
Maché Works, No. 15, Wellington-street North, Strand, where also
Pattern Books may be had, price 14s., consisting of a variety of
Patterns of Picture and Glass Frames and Window Cornices, already
executed, and on sale.
“PICTURE FRAMES.—We direct the especial attention of all
persons interested in this subject to the frames for pictures
manufactured by Mr. Brelefeld; they are of Papier Maché, and the
advantages they possess over the ordinary composition frames are
so strong and so numerous, that they must inevitably be brought into
general use. They look exceedingly attractive, and are in reality as
much so as if they had passed through the hands of the carver, and
been produced at about ten times the expense. The gilding tells with
very brilliant effect; and no matter how elaborate the pattern may be,
they have a clearness and sharpness that we have seldom or never
seen obtained in composition.”—Art-Union.

TO CIVIL ENGINEERS, ARCHITECTS, BUILDERS, AND THE

PUBLIC.
THOMAS PEAKE’S TERRO-METALLIC MANUFACTORIES,
Tunstall, near Newcastle, Staffordshire. Depôt, Albion Wharf,
Holland-street, London, per Messrs. Wyatt, Parker, and Co.
The manufacturer and his late father have conducted the present
business since 1808, now thirty-four years. He begs to remark that,
during that period, the articles have supplanted other materials to a
considerable extent provincially; and experience leads him to believe
that they will be more generally adopted in the metropolis, as they
become known.
T. P. had the honour to supply roof tiles for lodges, villas, &c. at
Chatsworth, and he believes they are not excelled in efficiency or
appearance by any tiled roofs in the world.