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!"

push his luck

house, and she quickly opened the door for him

egg, boy! Come

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

came to find out

money too. Luis 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

head. "He disappeared

I remember hearing some noise next door couple of days ago, when I was

you so

Frank left with Lara and headed

they found Whitney Chandler, who was just munching on some sweets

ear-to-ear when she saw Frank. "Hey,

joy was short-lived, however, as she was left

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