Jamilla and I searched the main ranch house, then we checked a large, unattached bunkhouse. We didn’t find anyone there, not a straggler, not William or Michael Alexander. And not the mysterious Sire. Jamilla was still shivering some, but she refused to turn back.  ‘You’re sure the brothers aren’t out front with the others?’ she asked. ‘Two blonds? Ponytails?’
‘If they are, Kyle has them by now. I don’t think so. Let’s check the smaller shack. You know what’s in there?’
She shook her head. ‘I didn’t get the grand tour when I arrived.
Just straight to the dungeon. Then they left me hanging, so to speak.’ I threw open the door of the shack and saw heaters and a water pump. The room smelled strongly of urine. A mouse scooted into a hole in the wall. I winced and shook my head at what I saw next.  Three bodies lay sprawled and spread-eagled against the far wall.  They were teenagers. Two were males, both naked except for a few face and chest rings.
I bent over them and took a closer look. ‘Seem like street kids to me. The blood’s been drained fr............