Benjamin smiles in a way that makes me want to throw a folding chair.
“This isn’t about paperwork. It’s about history.”
Ryder’s gaze locks on him. “Everyone has one.”
The gym hums.
It’s subtle, but I see the shift. The way some people lean in instead of away.
Because here’s the thing about Ryder: he doesn’t look like a villain. He looks like a man who builds things.
Benjamin tries again. “With respect, you don’t always get to decide when trouble follows you.”
That one hits.
Because it’s not just about the past.
It’s predictive.
Suggestive.
Hinting at something.
My stomach flips.
Finn straightens beside me. His joking evaporates.
Zane’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
Mayor Hartwell sighs deeply. “We will review the matter. There will be a follow-up session next week.”
Next week.
Which means this becomes A Thing.
Benjamin gathers his papers with excitement because he thinks he’s won.
Dottie’s thumbs are flying.
Judge McDowell nods solemnly, as if solemn nodding is a hobby.
People start whispering.
“Motorcycle gang…”
“I heard they used to…”
“Is it safe…”
I stand before I realize I’m doing it.
“Excuse me,” I say, clear enough to cut through the chatter.
Three heads snap toward me. Including Ryder’s.
Which, okay, mildly terrifying.
“I just want to clarify something,” I continue, smiling brightly because weaponized charm is my coping mechanism. “The Hollow hosts trivia night, live acoustic sets, and a bake sale fundraiser next month. If this is a criminal enterprise, it’s the least efficient one I’ve ever seen.”
