Werewolves of Chicago: Curragh (Werewolves of... Book 6) by Faleena Hopkins

stared at the Captain . “Someone anonymously dropped off a bunch of sixteen year old girls?”
    The Captain stood up and came around the desk. “Looks like we have a Good Samaritan in our midst. We had to get a Russian interpreter, because none of the girls spoke English. They were being sold as brides to the highest bidder. They’d come into the country because their parents were told they’d have a better life in America.” His face was somber. “Some of them were kept in cages for six months, some just arrived. They were smuggled in on ships.”
    “And brought all the way to Chicago?” Kara’s face twisted with empathy.
    The Captain nodded.
    “Who saved them?”
    “They said there were two guys. Not Russian. Strong though. Apparently they took out three armed guards.”
    “We have them in custody?”
    Mazzagatti shook his head once. “By the time we got there, the Russian’s were gone. So were the cages, but there were lines on the cement floor where they’d been. From what I understand, it was a dreary place.”
    Another detective appeared behind Kara. It was Lanky, and he looked like he’d just won the lottery. “Sir, one of the girls just told us something very interesting.”
    By the time the three walked into the room, the interpreter was agitated. The Captain asked him on sight, “What is it?”
    “Well, one of the girls said she’d come over with her sister. Just five nights ago, she’d been given her pass to ‘a better life.’”
    “And?”
    The interpreter paused. “She said her sister was lucky. Because she was going to be married to Bill Tutors.”
    Kara didn’t know who that was, but by the look on the Captain’s face, he sure did. He spun around and headed back to his office. “Monaghan!”
    “What about me?” Lanky called out.
    “Monaghan!” Captain repeated with a finality that barred further discussion. Lanky shot daggers at her as she passed.
    “Up to your old tricks, huh,” he sneered at her back.
    She bit her tongue and strode quickly out. The Captain was already on the phone when she got there. He held up his hand motioning for her to wait. “Lieutenant, get Lewis and Connors in my office. Now.” He hung up, but then dialed back. “Find out if Bill Tutors is home.” Pause as he rubbed his bald head. “Have someone drive over there and find out. I don’t care what you have to do.” He hung up again and bent over his desk with his hands on it. To Kara, he explained, “Bill Tutors owns five businesses in town, two private schools, and even a hospital. He’s also a major philanthropist. A good man.”
    “Then what is he doing with a sixteen year old human-trafficked bride?”
    The Captain straightened up, a deep frown creasing dark skin. “That’s what I’m wondering. I need to know if he knows how old she is. Bill’s not a handsome man. He may have paid for a wife without knowing the entire story. Or he might know exactly what he’s done. I need you to find out.”
    “Okay.”
    The entrance of Detective Lewis and Connors caused them to turn.
    “Sir?” Connors said. They were on the task force with Kara, but she hadn’t yet gotten to know them. They weren’t part of the clique that was out to make her life hell, so for now, she didn’t hate them. For now.
    “Detective Monaghan is going undercover to act like she just moved into the neighborhood with Bill Tutors. You know him?” They both nodded. “Tutors just bought an underage Russian bride from a human trafficking ring we’re presuming is run by Viktor Kruglov. Monaghan’s going to get herself inside that house, ask some questions, see what she can find out. She’s got an instinct I trust. I want you backing her up and I don’t want you giving her any shit. This is too important for office politics to fuck up. Understand?” They nodded. Kara felt a hot flush of embarrassment color her cheeks. She kept her eyes on the Captain. “If we have to play hardball after that, we will. But first, I