Chapter 370 In Love With Nia:>28

• On Thursday evening, Jamie and I spoke to this bloke in Toronto that Limbu, his contact in Singapore, had given him, a Sergeant Louis D'Hérault, a man who's spent the last 15 years tracking down illegally adopted children funnelled into Canada from Asia, the former Russian hegemony, and South America. This man seemed to think we had a good chance of tracking Hu'e as there were indications that one of the crooked adoption agencies he'd made it his business to close down may have been the one that handled the sale of the child. My blood was boiling by the end of the conversation.
• The Asian policemen we'd talked to, like prod-noses everywhere, had been reluctant to use that word 'sale'; 'traffic' was the closest they'd allowed themselves. This man was under no illusions as to the transaction that took place, and employed no euphemisms; as far as he was concerned, it was a human being, a child, who'd been put up for sale, like a can of beans or a sack of onions. We talked for almost an hour, and afterwards, Jamie and I had decided; we needed to go to Toronto, there was a good chance we could pick up the trail there and follow it through to the end.
• This was always supposing we were actually following Hu'e's trail; I tried not to think of the other possible fates she might have endured; I could only manage to fit my head around the possibility that she'd been adopted and brought up by a good family. To think otherwise would lead me to something I can't even begin to consider; the possibility of her death years before, or life as a sex-slave or prostitute in some hell-hole. Either one of those possibilities can't be allowed into my head; to entertain them is to despair, and I still have hope, as does Jamie, darling, brave, caring Polar Bear that he is. As long as I believe that Hu'e had and is having a good life, I can keep on searching for her; to even consider any other possibility is to lose heart and quit, and I won't do that, not while hope remains.