Chapter 195

At the hotel. Ben, clean and dripping in water, came in and plopped down on his knees. "Ms. Larson, let me live!" It seemed he had recognized her. Olivia pulled a blanket from the side and threw it at Ben. She said through clenched teeth, "Look up." Ben obediently looked up at them, trembling. "Ms. Larson, Mr. Quinton, let me live." "It seems you recognize us. Who told you to hit Mr. Quinton?" Ben bit his lip and hesitated as if frightened. "Are you not going to tell me?" Olivia put her hands around her chest, pretending to be calm. "You should know Mr. Quinton is a lawyer. We have the surveillance video of you hitting him. How many years do you think you'll get for a hit-and-run? "A minimum of three years for hit-and-run, and a minimum of ten years for intentional homicide. You might get the death penalty too!" Zac answered, scaring Ben out of his wits with a few words. She could see that Ben was afraid to die, or he would not be reduced to a beggar and live in degradation.