On Mr Howard's fancy balcony under the moon, high up over the city, Logan and Mr. Howard kept contemplating about how to get down from the tall building. They really needed to hurry and leave, as the city lights below looked pretty, not matching the serious problem they were dealing with.As they carefully maneuvered down the balcony, the gravity of Mr. Howard's disappearance had set off a frenzy in his home. Family members and guards, bewildered and alarmed, had initiated a search, involving law enforcement in the pursuit of a missing man.As they hailed down a cab, the moment they got to the streets, Mr. Howard's instinct to reach out to his family kept troubling him as he retrieved his phone with the intention to make a reassuring call. Logan, however, intercepted the gesture, swiftly collecting the device."What are you doing?" Logan queried, a note of urgency in his voice."I need to contact my family. Let them know I'm okay," Mr. Howard explained, a hint of desperation in his ey
In the dimly lit room, Sam paced nervously, his mind swirling with questions. Logan's unexpected intervention had left him both relieved and suspicious even though he was still unaware that Logan was behind this. He needed answers, and his first stop was Mr. Patrick, the man he'd trusted but now doubted.As Sam called Mr. Patrick over, the tension in the air was palpable. "Hey, Patrick, can we talk for a moment?" Sam said, his voice betraying a mix of anxiety and suspicion.Patrick, on the on the opposite couch, reading a newspaper responded casually, "Sure thing, Sam. What's on your mind?"Sam took a deep breath before diving in. "Someone just saved Mr. Howard from being kidnapped tonight. My boys were going to kidnap him tonight and this just happened. I don't know how the hell, whoever did this knew about my plan? I didn't tell anyone."Patrick chuckled nervously before replying, "Well, that's quite the twist, isn't it? Maybe this guy is just more resourceful than you thought."Sam
Patrick gave a nod, feeling the seriousness sink in. Sam had no idea that Patrick was pulling the strings all along, and Baton was on Team Logan, not his.As the two parted ways, doubt lingered in Sam's mind about Mr Patrick intentions. Trust was a delicate thing in their world, as they both knew about each other's big ambitions, likely the reason for their mutual lack of trust. The intricate game of allies and enemies went on, and Sam was left wondering if he'd taken a leap of faith or walked into a more tangled web of deceit.Sam's mind remained chaotic, paced in the shadows, as a whirlwind of suspicions and strategies bothered him. While Patrick's cooperation seemed genuine, a part of Sam couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. He considered the possibility of eliminating Patrick once his usefulness had run its course, a harsh but practical reality in the dangerous world they inhabited. A sly smile crept across Sam's face as he thanked whatever misfo
Logan's mansion hideout was heavy with an unspoken tension as Sam and Logan faced each other. Sam, devoid of any specific agenda, found himself probing Logan with seemingly irrelevant questions about his life. Logan, ever the composed figure, answered each query with a calm demeanor, concealing the growing suspicion within him."So, Logan, tell me, what's your favorite kind of music?" Sam asked casually, as if discussing music was the most pressing matter at hand.Logan, raising an eyebrow, responded, "Well, I'm into jazz. Smooth and soothing."Sam nodded, not missing a beat. "Interesting choice. And what about hobbies? What do you do in your free time?"Logan, now slightly perplexed, replied, "I enjoy reading and taking long walks. Clears the mind."As the questions continued, Logan couldn't help but wonder about Sam's true intentions. It was clear that Sam was not here for a casual chat, but the nature of his ulterior motive remained elusive.A message buzzed on Baton's phone, disru
Logan's fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Sam's number, a calculated sense of urgency in his voice. "Sam, did you see the news about Mr. McLaughlin? It's all over the place."Sam's response was swift, "Yeah, I saw it. Quite the spectacle, isn't it?"Logan, feigning surprise and concern, continued, "I thought we agreed that this operation wouldn't turn into a mess. What if the police gets involved now? This could jeopardize everything."Sam, feeling the weight of Logan's suspicion, reassured him, "Logan, I had nothing to do with this. I don't know who's behind it, but it's not part of our plan."Playing his part, Logan pressed further, "But who else could benefit from this? If board members start disappearing, it's only a matter of time before the police connects the dots and realize that only board members are the targets for whoever's behind this. This looks like planned work. What do you think we can make out from this?"Sam, growing increasingly frustrated, replied, "I don't k
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now