Chapter One Hundred And Forty Six

“Ryan, you said he came to the hospital with his worker. Did anything worth of notice happen? Did he make a scene or something?” Evans asked.

They were seated at the dining table in Ryan’s place, papers spread out in front of them as they tried to collate all the evidence they had against Smith to see how much chance they had against him because they knew that he had a solid legal team who could refute almost anything unless it was backed with strong, unshakable evidence. That was the only way they could get at Smith with the law.

“No, nothing like that happened. He was very courteous, listening to the doctors and nurses. He even helped some of the nurses out with carrying some files.” Ryan replied to his question.

“We know that Smith would not help anybody, more less his worker whom he sees as below him unless he was getting something out of it.” Turner, said from his position at the other side of the table to which Evans agreed and poked further.

“Yes, that’s right. You said he help