There is some typing and the response is so simple it smacks you in the face.<br/><br/>"You have been turning over every rock you can find to find one of the missing girls. As soon as someone hears that, then it's a few mouse clicks away from everything. Your matching birth certificates. I know pretty much all there is to know. Military service. Private Security contract license. I know where you got a physical to get those licenses. Your cholesterol is a little high by the way." There is a pause. "This is why I contacted you. You want to save your sister and I want to stop a tragedy. The 2,000 euro I put in your account should show you my intentions are genuine and is a down payment on services."<br/>There is a pause as Butcher again speaks and then there is some more typing.<br/><br/>"Again type...don't speak. People can hear you in public and I can't secure everything." There is a pause. "You have no reason to trust me. Except I'm the one paying you and I am paying very well. A grand total of Twenty Thousand minus this down payment." There is another pause in typing before it begins again. "Human trafficking is nothing new, but this new crew is taking it up a notch. Slaveware. A special microprocessor that is controlled by a master chip." Another pause. "I am after the company who makes it and I can track them by examining the ware. You can get up and walk out right now if it suits you. No shame and no blame for fear."<br/>