Page 35 of Wade’s Wrath

“Harlow,” Wade breathed.

“He owns dozens of companies. Hundreds of properties. He can't possibly know what happens at every single one,” she insisted.

“She's right,” Butcher said. Harlow glanced toward him gratefully. “It’s possible Kane doesn't know,” he continued. “We don't assume anything until we have proof.”

Wade nodded. “That’s fair.” That should have made her feel better, but it didn't, because the image of the files kept replaying inside her head of the women and girls in the photos. She remembered their names and prices that were written at the bottom of the pictures. She hadn't understood what she was seeing at first. She'd been looking for something else entirely.

“I wasn't supposed to find the file,” she whispered.

Wade turned toward her and Butcher leaned forward. “Tell us how you found it.”

Harlow rubbed her palms against her jeans. “I went to Frank's office.”

“When?” Butcher asked.

“About three weeks ago,” she said.

“Why were you there?” he asked.

She hesitated, and Wade noticed. “Harlow?”

“I was looking for my passport,” she admitted.

His expression hardened. “Why did Frank have your passport?”

“He didn't,” she said.

“Then why were you looking for it in his office?” Butcher asked.

“Because my father had it.” Harlow stared down at her hands. “My passport disappeared about two months ago. I asked my father about it, and he said he'd put it somewhere safe.”

Wade's voice turned dangerously quiet. “Safe from who?”

“Me,” she said.

His chair creaked beneath him, and Harlow looked over. His jaw was clenched. “They took your fucking passport?”

“I wasn't supposed to travel,” she said.

“According to who?” Wade growled.

“My father,” she breathed.

“You're a grown woman,” Wade pointed out.

“I know that,” she said.

“Apparently, he didn’t,” Wade growled.

“Wade,” she breathed.

“What?” he spat.

“Getting angry about it now doesn't change anything,” she insisted.

“No, but it makes me feel better,” he grumbled. Despite herself, her lips twitched.

Butcher shook his head. “Let her finish.”