#Chapter 238: Down But Not Out

We traveled back to the apartment quietly, our silence broken only when Logan called Dylan and asked him to meet us there. Once we were all together again, sitting around the table, Dylan broke out his expensive whiskey for him and Logan, while I placed two bottles of white zinfandel in front of Mabel and me for us to share. When the booze started to flow, Logan shared most of what happened with Dylan, who grew more and more grim and stern as the story continued. “I appreciate the efforts you guys made,” Dylan said. “I was hoping you’d prove me wrong, but, befriending high society types isn’t likely to win when they are all in Senior’s pocket.” “There were whispers,” I said, and conveyed what I’d heard as we were leaving. “People are at least starting to suspect that Senior is losing his mind.” “I’m glad they are finally taking notice,” Dylan said. “But even so, they won’t take any action. They’ll ride his billionaire coattails until he’s a rotting corpse, and even then, they