When Shirley Thorne read this part, she almost let a curse word slip in front of the police officer. But even without saying anything, her wide eyes and slightly agape mouth were the perfect picture of shock.
"Keep reading."
Ethan Grant prompted.
"Oh, right. Okay."
Shirley Thorne continued reading. Seeing the officers and Uncle Grant locked in a battle of wits, she couldn't help but silently cheer them on, hoping the tables would turn.
There was no twist, just another shock.
According to the file, Uncle Grant treated the dark web like his personal online marketplace, listing profiles for various surrogate mothers. The most disgusting detail was a category for how many children a surrogate had previously delivered. They called it the "birth count."
Shirley Thorne clutched her chest, telling herself to hold it down. She couldn't throw up in front of guests.
Uncle Grant's business was surprisingly brisk. He had a lot of comments and a decent number of followers.
