Driving back through the gates of the Poverly property felt like returning to hell. A hell where he pretended to follow orders and swallowed his opinion when all he wanted to do was give the rich bastards a piece of his mind and then leave and never return.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least. Not until he had answers.
Kade stopped the black SUV in the driveway and killed the engine. After a beat, he took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then checked if he had any new messages. Nothing.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. Damn it. It had been almost a week since he gave the picture he had taken of the photograph in Jacob’s office to his contact in the police department. And he hadn’t gotten any feedback.
Kade drummed his fingers against the
