An hour later, Logan and I sat in Dylan’s office. Dylan was at his desk, scribbling notes down on a notepad. Mabel leaned against the wall near the window, rubbing at her forehead like she had a headache brewing.
“So you suspect she didn’t actually commit the crime,” Dylan said.
“Steal a million dollars without my grandfather noticing right away?” Logan scoffed. “There isn’t a chance in hell. He personally checks every decimal point in every deposit or investment. A penny doesn’t shift around in his accounts without him knowing about it.
“This is entirely a set up. Grandfather kidnapped Hazel and then I went to get her. No one stopped me. This woman even unlocked the door for me. Now Grandfather’s getting his revenge.”
“I’ll help her as best I can,” Dylan said. “But likely, she’s alrea
