“Why should I believe you?”
Jennifer rolled up her own sleeve. Track marks. Faded but visible. “Because fifteen years ago, I was you. And someone helped me. Now I help others.”
The social worker pulled me aside. “You did the right thing. But you know you just committed a felony, right? You participated in a human trafficking transaction.”
“Yeah.”
“The police will have questions.”
“Let them ask.”
I gave my statement. Described the men. The van. Everything I could remember. Handed over my dashcam footage. My bike had a camera that captured the van leaving. Partial VIN visible in one frame.Continue reading…
