“The last owner received four offers before you bought it.”
Tempi frowned.“Offers from who?”
I slid another page across.“Different companies.”
Podge looked closer.“They’re all fake.”
“They all connect,” I pointed out.
He looked up at me.“To The Ledger.”
I nodded once.“They wanted this building.”
Twister rested both forearms on the table.“And they didn’t get it.”
“No.”
Wheels spoke for the first time since I’d started.“So they changed tactics.”
My eyes found his.He wasn’t looking at the papers.He was looking at me.Really looking at me, like he wasn’t trying to decide if I was lying.He was trying to understand what I’d lived through.
“Yes.”
His jaw tightened.“They started making life miserable.”
I nodded.“The permit delays.”
Another nod.
“The inspections.”
“Yes.”
“The fire.”
“Yes.”
“The shooting.”
“Yes.”
Method muttered a curse under his breath.
Britta stepped out from behind the bar, drying her hands on a towel.“So they wanted the club to leave.”
I nodded.“They wanted you to give up.”
Tempi’s hand tightened on Twister’s shoulder.“They could’ve just offered more money.”
I looked at her.“I don’t think they expected people to say no with the amounts they were offering.”
Twister let out a humorless laugh.“That’s where they miscalculated.”
Several of the brothers chuckled.
Even I smiled a little.
“I don’t think they knew what they were buying against.”
