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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

Randall shook his head. “No, he’s new here. But I will urge him to be compassionate given the circumstances.”

He hated that his father’s freedom was at the whim of another man, who had no idea of what his father had gone through, had no conception of the rage and pain his father carried. I’m sorry, Dad.

“What did I do to bring this down on my family’s head?”

Randall put a hand on Harry’s back. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

That was all anyone could say.

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

3:21 a.m.

As soon as Kate left his hotel room with the laptop, Matt logged into the Forum and set up his trap: Tr0lz—got some info about AggroBoy. PM me.

Tr0lz took the bait. Within seconds, he received this message: Whazzup?

AggroBoy’s playing u.

Pause. How?

He tried to steal Leah’s laptop from me. Something’s up.

You in Halifax?

Yep. Came to fix the mess. And discovered it was a sinkhole.

Is AggroBoy still with you?

Matt frowned. No. Isn’t he with you?

No.

Another pause. He’s a coward.

Then: Want to do an exploit? Will pay $$$.

Matt exhaled. He had guessed correctly: Tr0lz needed help with the exploit. He knew that Aiden did not possess the hacking skills for the kind of cyber exploit that would create a terrorist attack. And he didn’t think Tr0lz did, either.

Don’t want $$$. I want Aiden’s real name.

Why? The response was quick, the three letters glaring with suspicion from his phone.

It’s personal. He screwed with my girl. He thought that Tr0lz would likely be satisfied with that.

You do the code, I’ll give you his name.

He smiled as he typed: Deal. Where u at?

Tr0lz sent an address that was only a five-minute cab drive from his hotel.

The taxi dropped off Matt in front of a new, bland apartment building in the south end of Halifax. He waited in the foyer, beanie low on his forehead, hoping he was out of range of any security cameras. Here. Let me in, he texted.

The buzz of the security lock echoed in the quiet night. He almost jumped out of his skin.

He typed a text to Kate Lange as he walked into the elevator. I’m at Tr0lz’s. He needs me to do code for exploit. He’s going to give me AB’s real name. Will keep you posted.

Then he hit ‘send’. Just a little protection from the hacktivist who had outsmarted them all.

So far, Matt. So far.