Maybe Dylan should be afraid. Maybe he would be.
If he didn’t have his desktop microphone on and wasn’t recording this entire conversation.
“You act like Senior has the whole system rigged,” Dylan said. “Lawyers. Judges. Is everyone in his pocket?”
“Continue throwing your lot in with Logan Hatfield and you will find out.” Mr. Smith turned toward the door. “Good day to you, Dylan.”
The minute he was out the door, Dylan huffed out a breath. “What a dick.”
Looking back at his computer, he stopped the recording. Then he double-checked to make sure the recording was clear. It was, picking up every word.
Satisfied, Dylan picked up his phone.
I stood nearby as Logan fielded a call from Dylan. I couldn’t hear all that was said on Dylan’s side but I gathered enough to know Senior had thre
