Chapters (73)
- About EXPLOITED
- Copyright
- Praise for the novels of Pamela Callow
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- The Kate Lange Thriller Series
- Acknowledgments
Nat was a pro, and even if she tended to be a little in-your-face at times, she possessed integrity. She also had a knack for digging under the surface of things. It had helped save Kate’s defense of Randall Barrett last year.
Kate stood out of camera range, but close enough to hear Nat ask, “Mr. Hillcroft, what is the Crown’s case against Leah Roberts?”
“We are still collecting the evidence at this stage, but she has been charged with break and enter with intent.” He then added, “More charges might be pending depending on the outcome of the investigation.”
His words sent a trickle of alarm through her. What had the police found? It was impossible to interview her client in the state she was in.
She watched Hillcroft deftly deflect the rest of Nat’s questions, and then head toward the parking lot.
Nat walked over to where Kate stood. She gestured for her cameraman to remain back. “Okay, this part is off the record.” She crossed her arms, head tilted to one side. “What the hell is going on?”
Kate grinned. “Do you mean, how did I end up representing Leah Roberts?”
“Exactly. One minute you were the star associate doing civil law at McGrath Woods and then you come back from Italy and become a criminal defense lawyer overnight? What the hell?”
“While I was away, I decided it was time to start over.” She lowered her voice so the cameraman wouldn’t hear. “And McGrath Woods had shuffled me back to the family law practice.”
Nat’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Why?”
“They would rather I was shot by a good-looking MP than attacked by a depraved stalker.” Kate shrugged.
Nat threw a glance at her cameraman, who shifted on his feet. “We have some catching up to do. But in the meantime, let’s get this show on the road. I have to warn you, I’m going to ask you some tough questions. Your girl is in deep doo-doo.”
“I understand, Nat. But remember I can’t tell you anything more than I’d tell any other journalist. And anyway, there isn’t much to tell right now until I find out the Crown’s case.”
“We’ll see,” she said, motioning for the cameraman to come closer.
True to her word, Kate revealed as little as possible, while trying to create some sympathy for Leah Roberts in the face of questions like: “Did your client know when she broke into the house of the parents of Member of Parliament Harry Owen that his father is a paraplegic—the result of being a previous victim of a bungled robbery—and his mother was dying of a terminal illness?”