Three women stood holding one another while the remnants of Katherine Prescott’s birthday party collapsed outside.
Three days later, Monica’s investigation aired nationally.
The footage was devastating.
Locked doors.
Confiscated phones.
Threats.
Payment ledgers.
Forty names.
Twelve households.
And Katherine’s handwriting beside one missing woman:
DISPOSED.
The story exploded.
Federal investigators expanded the case.
Search warrants hit twelve properties simultaneously.
In Greenwich, agents found a woman confined in a basement.
In the Hamptons, three workers were living on one mattress inside an unheated garage.
In Westchester, investigators recovered forged immigration documents.
Grace Williams was eventually located alive.
Traumatized.
But alive.
She had been moved twice after refusing to surrender her identification.
Twenty-three defendants were eventually charged across the broader network.
Recruiters.
Accountants.
Attorneys.
Household employers.
Drivers.
People who had convinced themselves they were not trafficking human beings because they never used the word trafficking.
Katherine’s trial began four months later.
