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Chapters (73)
  1. About EXPLOITED
  2. Copyright
  3. Praise for the novels of Pamela Callow
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Chapter 62
  68. Chapter 63
  69. Chapter 64
  70. Author’s Note
  71. About the Author
  72. The Kate Lange Thriller Series
  73. Acknowledgments

The problem was, this ‘future’ was really his present. Leah, the girl he had loved for years, lay with a chest wound and a shattered life in a hospital bed. If she ended up with a criminal record—which seemed a given, in this situation—she would never be allowed to live in the United States. By inviting her to join the Forum with the hope of fanning an old flame, he had actually instigated the circumstance that would now keep them apart.

Why hadn’t he stopped Leah from doing this stupid break-in? Everything had gone wrong. Aiden had abandoned her—the fucking coward—and Harry Owen had shot her point-blank. Another fucking coward.

They wouldn’t get away with it.

“Is this the hotel?” Joey grabbed his arm.

Matt had almost walked past it, so caught up he had been in his own thoughts. “Yeah. This is it.”

It was a nice boutique business-class hotel. The bar was busy on a Friday night, with well-groomed patrons clustering around the tables. He and Joey sidestepped the main desk and stepped into an elevator that had opened its door as they stopped in front of it. Matt punched the button to his floor. The room was on an executive floor. Being a talented and highly paid computer consultant had its privileges.

Including a spacious suite. “We can work over here.” Matt said, as they entered the room, pointing to a dark leather sofa. “Do you want anything to drink?”

Joey shook his head. “I need to call my parents.”

“Good idea.” Matt sank onto the sofa and opened Leah’s laptop. For a fleeting second, he fought the temptation to read her text messages to Aiden—did she sign them the way she used to sign them to him?—but then pushed the thought from his mind. No good ever came from that kind of snooping.

He began skimming Leah’s laptop, only half-listening to Joey’s phone conversation.

Jesus.

Harry’s downloaded files revealed a mother lode of classified data that he could not believe had been kept on his personal laptop.

But then he could believe it. Because if it was one thing he had learned, it was that arrogance led people to do some pretty dumbass things. It was always the people who believed they were above the rules who broke them. This was especially true with cyber hacking. It was crazy how many people who held the keys to the information kingdom left the door unlocked.

And what a kingdom Harry Owen’s files proved to be.

Hundreds of classified files that had nothing to do with the data breach filled Leah’s laptop screen.

Which meant…

That Aiden must have added the code to download those files without Leah’s knowledge.

Which meant that Aiden had had an ulterior motive that had nothing to do with doxxing Harry.

And everything to do with the Dark Web.