Page 54 of Wade’s Wrath

Butcher's expression hardened. “Disappeared?”

“She stopped coming to work,” Harlow said.

“What did your father say about her disappearance?” Wade asked.

Harlow stared at the photograph. “He said she quit.” Wade looked at Butcher, and his jaw tightened.

“Harlow,” Wade said carefully. “When was the last time you saw her?”

She thought about it. “At my father's house.”

“Why was she there?” he asked.

“We were planning a fundraiser. She came over because we had seating charts to finish,” Harlow remembered.

“Did anything unusual happen at that meeting?” Butcher asked.

“No, not that I can remember,” she said.

“Think,” Wade said. Harlow closed her eyes, and Wade waited.

Her eyes opened. “Frank was there.”

“What was he doing there?” Butcher asked.

“I don't know,” she admitted.

“You were engaged then?” Wade asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Did Sarah know Frank?” Butcher asked.

“I don't think so,” she said.

Wade watched Harlow struggle through the memory. “Did anything happen between them?”

“I—” She stopped.

“What?” Wade asked.

“Frank said something to her,” Harlow said.

“What was it?” Butcher asked.

“I don't remember,” she said.

“You have to do better than that, Harlow,” Butcher said.

Wade immediately stepped between her and Butcher. “Back off.”

Butcher glared at him. “I'm asking questions.”

“And she's fucking scared, and can’t remember what happened,” Wade insisted.

“I can answer,” she almost whispered. Wade turned and found Harlow's eyes were wet from her tears. Fuck.

“Harlow,” he breathed.