“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

a physical blow, coiling instantly around my throat. As the colossal iron gates mechanically parted, Sofia peered up at me, her dark eyes swirling with a potent cocktail of terror and desperate hope.

“What is the price?” I asked, looking down at the heavy bag.

“Five for three dollars, sir. Or ten for five. I swear to you, they are of excellent quality.continue reading …