Chapter 228 Backed Into A Corner

• 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.