Kade clicks a few more times and types something into a window that I can’t keep track of. I look at Liam, who’s smirking like he knows something I don’t.
“I’m not sure I like you right now,” I tell him.
He snickers, grin widening as if he’s just waiting on the reaction he knows is coming. “Just wait,” he says.
I shift on my feet and turn my attention to the monitors again.
“Okay, so, these are the women he’s matched with using the redhead’s photos over the last five years—and this isn’t just with Cupid’s Arrow. He’s on a ton of dating sites and chat rooms, some way less secure than Arrow,” Kade says, clicking another file.
A slew of photos come up, and I balk.
“Holy shit—”
“That’s not the worst part,” he interjects. “You see these three?”
Three photos of young women—all brunettes—come to the forefront of the windows, and something about how young they look makes the blood drain from my face.
“How fucking young are they?” I ask, leaning over his shoulder.
“At the time that he was talking to them on some shady forum that they had no business being on? Fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen,” Kade answers.
My fist curls, teeth setting as my insides suddenly feel hollow. “Please fucking tell me nothing’s happened to them.”
“They’re okay,” Kade says. “Unless you count that he still has naked photos of them on his computers.”
“Still? Of underage girls?”
Kade nods.
“Did he know they were underage?” I ask. “I mean, I don’t know how he wouldn’t realize they were minors. Jesus, fuckinglook at them.”
I thread my hands behind my head and pivot in a circle, my body beginning to numb with rage.
“I couldn’t dig up every message, but there was one that caught my eye with the fifteen-year-old,” he replies.
I don’t like where this is going.
“And it said…”
He hesitates as if he knows the text will set me off.
“Kade.”
“He asked if her parents were out of town,” Kade answers.
“Why didn’t you lead with this—”
“Tell her about Bonnie,” Liam interjects.
My mouth snaps shut, eyes slowly shifting toward the tall blond, and I gawk at him for a beat. “WhataboutBonnie?” I ask through clenched teeth.
Kade gives Liam a look likewhy did you wake the sleeping beastbut goes on.
“So, before last year, this guy, Jeff, was talking to multiple women at once,” he says. “All the time. Multiple platforms. Now, though, he’s only talking to Bonnie.”
My tongue drags on my canine tooth as if it might satiate the deep-seated itch that has me ready to fight.
“Does he know it’s her?” I ask, trying to hold in my spiral.
