White Water is Book 6 of the Rachel Hatch Series by L. T. Ryan and Brian Shea.
Rachel Hatch is a unique heroine, former military until she was injured, daughter of an operative who tried to separate himself from that business and started training his daughter at an early age to defend herself and prepare for the worst of things. He was murdered when she was 12 years old, and she made it her quest through the years to discover who and why it was done. When she did find out, her life and those of her remaining family were threatened which required her to take extreme measures.
Part of those extreme measures caused her name change and a parting from the man with whom she thought she was falling in love. It tore her up, and remains a battle to stay away from him and her family now consisting of her mom and her deceased sister's two children.
In the previous book, Rachel made it her mission to return a kidnapped daughter to her mother amidst the horrors of sex trafficking. One of the girls in the bunch slated for those horrors Rachel (now Daphne Nighthawk) couldn't rescue so she's made it her new mission to find where they've taken her in Mexico and bring her back home.
When an older man reveals his intentions to rescue these captured young people, he joins Rachel in her efforts to find the young woman. His connections greatly assist in their purpose, but the vile powers that run this operation inflict major trauma on Rachel and her associate with others dying at their wicked hands.
The incredilbe ending brings a tragic story to a possible worthy conclusion for the man who assisted Rachel in her rescue.
White Water intensifies as the novel progresses and doesn't pull any punches as to the absolute horrors of sex-trafficking. It's a satanic business run by truly evil people, and Ryan and Shea bring its picture into sadistic focus. Rachel Hatch is an amazing heroine and sometimes it hurts to read her far-reaching pain.
I must say, as a Christian, it saddens me that this hard-fighting woman pursuing goodness and justice can't quite reach out to God even in her most dire circumstances. That leaves one part of the story "empty" and brings a solemnity even in victory.
Some profanity.
Father, only you know hearts. Only you can reach those hearts. Bless these two authors with the knowledge of yourself. Thank you, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

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