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
The bastard hadn’t responded.
WTF!
Didn’t he get Aiden’s text? Why wasn’t he transmitting that money as fast as his greedy little hands could hit ‘send’?
Maybe something had happened to him. Maybe he had been arrested for shooting Leah.
The thought stopped him cold.
He hurriedly loaded an online news website.
In bold red letters, the site announced: BREAKING NEWS: Woman charged with break and enter in MP case.
Shit. Leah had been charged.
Which meant Leah was alive.
And she would talk to the police, he was sure of it.
And if she spoke to the police, then it was only a matter of time before his plan with Tr0lz would be revealed.
Shit, shit, shit.
If she died, it would make everything so much easier.
He stared at the train tracks. What would it take to cause Leah’s death? A simple unplugging of a machine? The kinking of an IV? He had read somewhere that injecting air into a vein could kill you. He was sure he could do that. Needles didn’t bother him.
But how would he get to her? She was under police guard.
He needed information. And the news reports weren’t giving him enough.
Maybe there was an update on the Forum. He logged in. Immediately, Motherdoxxer jumped on him: What’s taking you so long? When are you going to doxx the effer?
He ignored it. The guy was just jealous. He talked the talk, but didn’t walk the walk.
Has WhiteDwarf been online? He knew full well she hadn’t.
haven’t u heard? PillBaby asked. she wuz shot
Oh my God! he responded. Is she going to be okay?
WeepingGelsan says she is hurt pretty bad, Motherdoxxer said. Harry Owen shot her in the chest the mother effer.
How does WeepingGelsan know how bad she’s hurt?
he lives in hali.
PillBaby probably did, too, given she had referenced ‘Hali’, the popular nickname for Halifax.
A suspicion formed in his mind. He had met Leah’s little brother a few times. His name was Jimmy or Joey or something. He was a big Dr. Who fan. In fact, Aiden had watched a Weeping Angels episode with Joey at Leah’s place. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t figured out the connection before.
Okay, he typed. Keep me posted about her. I’ll doxx Harry tonight.
After he pays me half a million dollars, he added silently.
He checked his text messages again. No word from Harry Owen. Stubborn bastard. He might have to nudge Harry out of his inaction with a tweet from @TruthAboutHarry. He logged into Twitter and tweeted: Harry Owen haz a secret. All the sexy details revealed 2nite.
But while he let Harry Owen freak out over Aiden aka @TruthAboutHarry’s latest tweet, he needed to find out Leah’s exact status.