"As tasteless as it is to suggest," murmured Leo as he leaned back, "prostitution is always a good business. No matter where you are, there are men who will want some pussy. And a lot of them will pay good money for it." He cocked his head. "Though, to tell the truth, the money might be better made selling boys' assholes. That's harder for a lot of men to find, and they'd pay handsomely for the opportunity to do some pretty boy." He sipped his drink.<br/><br/>"There's also human trafficking, of course. But that kind of operation might step on toes that we really do<em>not</em>want to step on. Certain interests are involved in that kind of thing and might take offense if we got involved, despite the high profit potential for us. Of course, we could cross the two and take a leaf out of certain foreign methods: kidnap girls, and possibly boys, and put them to work in a brothel. No need to pay them for that. Though I have to say that I'm against the idea, it needs to be stated anyway, if only to get it out of the way." He frowned at his drink. Danica was too close to that for it to sit well with him. He actually looked a little sick as he contemplated the idea. That girl was...damaged in ways that disturbed him. And he had done some seriously fucked up shit when he was deployed; sometimes you needed a prisoner to talk to you.<br/><br/>He set down the glass and sighed. "Drugs have their own risks, especially since we're so close to the border. The cartels use Miami as a base to drop their loads, so we'd have to run through their teeth while sitting in the back yard. I'm a little more confident that we could take them on than those guys who traffick in humans, but it'd be costly and dangerous."