Red Shirt has had time to take a breath. His insistence that he’d never purchased a trafficking victim has begun to waver. “You just don’t know,” he says. “You don’t know.”

Another brick in the wall of denial begins to fall.

“For a lot of the men it’s the chase. It’s the seduction. They’re dependent on the novelty of the next new thing. It lights up the brain like crack, meth or heroin.”