Frank nodded. "You're right, debts must be paid-so tell me, how much does she owe?"

"Five hundred grand!"

"Fine. What's your account number?"

The burly men were left trading glances, and the bald leader asked, "Wait, are you paying for her?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Frank asked in return, having taken out his phone.

"Good, as long as someone pays up!"

The bald leader gave Frank an account number, and he wired the money without another word.

Seeing the notification of the transfer, the bald leader was suddenly fawning all over Frank. "The name's Caleb Godot. I have some influence around these parts, and I'm what you call a financier. Just call me anytime you need some cash!"

his luck although Frank did not take it,

old woman in the house, and she quickly opened the

Come on

they went in and took their seats, asking gingerly, "What's your relationship with

"We're relatives. I came to find out what he's doing

was the one who took that loan-I was just his guarantor! But that brat ended up bailing, while I got screwed over. I'd really rather not talk about him if I can!" Frank nodded. "That's understandable. But I don't know

old woman shook her head. "He disappeared after those loan

hearing some noise next door couple of days ago, when I was just coming back. I didn't go in

you so

that, Frank left with Lara and

found Whitney Chandler, who was just

when she saw Frank. "Hey, handsome!

as she was left staring at the

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