Page 65 of Wade’s Wrath

“What?” she asked.

“We can't call the cops,” he said.

“Why not? They might be able to help those women,” she said.

“We don't know who we can trust,” Wade admitted.

She laughed bitterly. “Of course.” Her father and Frank had enough money that they probably had connections on the police force. She should've known before she made the suggestion to call the police. “Then what do we do now?”

Butcher pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “We got this.” He put it on the table, and Harlow moved closer. It was a shipping manifest. Her stomach dropped when she read Kane Logistics across the top of the paper.

She picked it up. “Where did you get this?” she asked.

“A truck driver dropped paperwork near the loading dock,” Wade said.

“You stole it?” she asked.

“We borrowed it,” Butcher said. She looked over at him, and he shrugged. “Semantics.” Harlow examined the page. There were dates and locations listed, and they mostly meant nothing. But then, she saw one line that made her blood go cold.

“No,” she breathed.

Wade moved beside her. “What is it?” Harlow pointed.

KANE FOUNDATION — COMMUNITY OUTREACH

Wade's face changed. “What is that?”

“It’s my father's charity,” she whispered. Butcher cursed, but Harlow kept reading. There were initials besides the entry. R.K. Richard Kane.

Her father was involved. “No.” She dropped the paper.

Wade caught her shoulders. “Harlow.”

“No,” she whispered again. She didn’t want to believe that the man who had raised her was capable of trafficking women.

“Look at me,” he ordered. She couldn't. “Harlow.”

“My father uses the foundation for shelters,” she breathed. She was beginning to put it all together.

Wade went still. “What?”

“Women's shelters. Youth programs. Transitional housing.” The room became deathly quiet, and Harlow's stomach rolled. She stepped away from Wade. “The foundation funds shelters all over the state.”

Butcher looked at the manifest. “How many shelters?” he asked.

“I don't know. Twelve, maybe fifteen,” she said.

“And your father has access to all the buildings?” Butcher asked.

“He has access to everything,” she admitted. Wade's face had gone frighteningly blank, and Harlow knew that look now. It meant he was furious. “He could get names,” she whispered. “And addresses, and he could make women disappear.” Her voice cracked, and Princess moved toward her. Harlow backed away. “No.” She couldn't be comforted—not yet. Because something was clicking into place, something she'd heard months ago. It was a conversation her father and Frank were having. She'd been walking past Richard's study, and Frank had been inside. They'd stopped talking when she entered. At the time, she hadn't thought anything of it, but now⁠—

“Oh my God,” she breathed.

Wade immediately moved toward her. “What’s wrong?”

“I remember something,” she admitted. Harlow pressed both hands against her temples. “Frank and my father were arguing.”

“When?” Wade asked.