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
He scrolled through his contacts until he found the number for Joey Roberts. After two rings, the kid answered, his voice wary. “Hello?”
“Joey.” Aiden cleared his throat. It was so dry, he sounded like a frog. “It’s Aiden.”
There was a sharp inhale. “You left my sister to die!”
“No, it wasn’t like that. Didn’t Leah tell you?” He needed to know what she had told her family and the police.
“She’s barely conscious.”
“But the police arrested her.”
“She woke up, but she can’t speak very well.”
Relief rushed through him. If she couldn’t speak, then neither Joey nor the police would know what really went down. “I didn’t leave Leah to die. I thought she was right on my heels, but then she dropped something and ran back in before I could stop her.”
“Didn’t you hear the gun?”
“No. The police had a dog chasing me. You know dogs scare the shit out of me.”
Joey’s voice lost a bit of its hardness. “She almost didn’t make it. She’s got tubes stuck all over her.”
That was good. Tubes meant she was in bad shape.
“Has she said anything to the police?”
“No. Just to her lawyer.”
“Her lawyer?” Shit. He hadn’t thought of that. “Who’s her lawyer?”
“Someone named Kate Lange. She keeps coming to the hospital to check on Leah. I’m hoping Leah won’t say anything until after Condor comes.”
He froze. “Condor’s coming? All the way from the US?”
“Yeah.” Joey’s voice lowered. “He wants the data on Leah’s laptop.”
“Why?”
“Because he wants to make sure that everything Leah went through was worth it.”
If Condor posted the contents of Harry’s computer onto the Internet before Harry paid the half million, then Aiden would get nothing. And he’d be back relying on Tr0lz for his measly handouts. “But I’ve got it covered. I’m gonna doxx Harry Owen tonight.”
“Condor said that if we left the laptop for the police to find, it would incriminate her.”
“Where is it now?”
“I took it.” Joey whispered the admission, as if he couldn’t quite believe he did it.
Aiden couldn’t quite believe it, either. The kid had more balls than he gave him credit. It also meant that Condor would find all the files that Aiden had uncovered. And Condor would doxx Harry mercilessly.
Aiden’s blackmail would be dead in the water if he didn’t stop Condor from getting the files until after Harry paid up. “Where’s her laptop? I’m in a safe place. I can look after it for you.”
Joey’s voice became wary. “It’s taken care of. Look I gotta go, someone’s coming—”